Sorry I missed you Will but I would have slowed you down anyway. The old rental bandits looked like they had a waist in the 60's and I just about ate it every time. I hit some runs off H. Campbell and I either prereleased (I was set on the highest binding DIN and it still happened) or the tips dived and I face planted down the mountain. The crud kicked my ass. Eventually I got fed up so I just tore up the groomers for the rest of the day and hit the race course at Gold Hills to finish things off. I managed to lose my ski on that run too. Ridiculous too since it wasn't even deep there. Ended up borrowing the lifties shovel and shovelling for an hour. Goddamn, they have burly shovels...
Anyway, I haven't worked out in ages so all that falling, cutting steps back up the slope to fetch gear and shovelling has got my legs pretty tired. Fucking pathetic, I would have sneered at myself if it had been a couple months earlier.![]()
Anyway, pretty damn tracked out inbounds but some good pow shots nonetheless. I still had fun.
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