
Originally Posted by
Clownshoe
An excerpt from the book of Clownshoe.
All praise and glory be to the GSA.
This all started yesterday as I rode the Red Chair. After brother Powder11's blessed and miraculous sighting of the GSA on Blackcomb the day before, I was actually scanning for the GSA, hoping against hope, that I may to be so blessed.
Suddenly, like a vision, I spotted some bright orange pants traversing under the Roundhouse towards Paleface. My breath caught in my throat, tears lept to my eyes. Could it be? Although He was several hundred feet away, I though I could see the leg loops of His harness. As the chair continued higher, He was blocked from sight by some trees.
I unloaded the Red Chair, casting the bamboo and rope I was carrying aside, and skated hard towards the Roundhouse. My radio called out for a responder to an injured guest on Whiskey Jack, but I payed it no heed. I knew He was testing me. I went to the point I had last seen Him, and continued quickly down towards Pony Trail when, behold! The GSA, right in front of me, standing proudly in His natural alpine environment.
I was so flabbergasted that a goofy grin appeared on my face as I stood nearby, pretending to straighten a piece of bamboo. I contemplated a friendly hello, but thought better of it, for fear that His Voice might be more than my mortal ears could contain. With shaking hands I pulled out my Contour, and as the GSA departed down the cat track, I followed, knees quaking.
So my secret GSA Contour footage is so shaky that it's hard to watch, but I did manage to screen cap a few bits for everyones enjoyment. My TGR skills do not extend to embedding photos, my apologies.
The GSA's gym training is clearly paying dividends, and He was very competent on the cat track. He was able to pass several other skiers as if they were standing still.
Oh wait, they were standing still.
I'm not a qualified ski instructor, but I believe I did detect a slight bit of counter rotation. I believe this is His way of showing He understands the frailties of our mortal coil.
As you can see in the second and third pic, the GSA is known far and wide, and acolytes drop to there knees in worship as He approaches. This worshipper even dared to not avert his eyes. That he was not turned to a pillar of salt or struck down by a bolt from the heavens speaks to the benevolence of the GSA.
The fourth pic displays that, as always, the GSA is ready to clip bolts at a moments notice. Not a suprise, because as any true mountain man knows, what good is your harness without quickdraws woven through your pack? Sadly there are no exposed alpine routes requiring protection between the Roundhouse and the Franz's chair, so I was not blessed with a display of His certainly mythical rope skills.
I hope this day provides other believers with an opportunity to witness Him so that we may continue to shout His name from the heights of the TGR forums.
These are words from the book of Clownshoe.
Praise be to the GSA.
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