Note from Tory: Packed Powder
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Packed Powder
I had to give myself a serious pep talk this morning to tug on my stocking cap, heavy jacket, long johns, and to pull on the stiff enormous ski boots I rented yesterday evening. I lumbered down the stairs of my hotel, Frankenstein-lurching, picked up my skis from the ski room and walked up the block to catch the gondola. The long wait in line allowed my adrenaline to fall to a reasonable level, and I was on the slopes!
It took me a few runs to get my sea-legs (so to speak), but after that I was off to the races, just like Murray promised. I stuck to the easy routes (which were a lot more challenging than the easy routes back home- no School Marm on these trails), and it took me a good couple minutes sliding sideways down the first run before I had the courage to point my skis downhill to execute a left turn. But once that first turn was successfully accomplished, the rest (left and right) came as a breeze. I ate a hearty lunch outdoors on the mountain (goulash suppe, my favorite) and took in a few more runs before the snow started to get icy and I started to get seriously tuckered.
I had just enough energy left to race to the ski place to extend the loan on my skis for one more day. Bet I sleep good tonight
Love T
Packed Powder
I had to give myself a serious pep talk this morning to tug on my stocking cap, heavy jacket, long johns, and to pull on the stiff enormous ski boots I rented yesterday evening. I lumbered down the stairs of my hotel, Frankenstein-lurching, picked up my skis from the ski room and walked up the block to catch the gondola. The long wait in line allowed my adrenaline to fall to a reasonable level, and I was on the slopes!
It took me a few runs to get my sea-legs (so to speak), but after that I was off to the races, just like Murray promised. I stuck to the easy routes (which were a lot more challenging than the easy routes back home- no School Marm on these trails), and it took me a good couple minutes sliding sideways down the first run before I had the courage to point my skis downhill to execute a left turn. But once that first turn was successfully accomplished, the rest (left and right) came as a breeze. I ate a hearty lunch outdoors on the mountain (goulash suppe, my favorite) and took in a few more runs before the snow started to get icy and I started to get seriously tuckered.
I had just enough energy left to race to the ski place to extend the loan on my skis for one more day. Bet I sleep good tonight
Love T
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