Guest writer: Natalie Geise....otherwise known as 'the cousin' at the International House in Whistler, BC.
Today was the usual. Andrew was hucking major, major cliffs. He continually sent himself off twenty foot rock faces and didn't think twice about it. As we were standing a healthy 10 feet away from the massive cornice, Mad and I were saying that someone would have to pay us seriously 16 million bucks to throw ourselves from that ledge. Paul had his jaw dropped watching the feats of his brother. I was shaking my head in awe. Mad was so enthralled a bit of drool was spilling from the sides of her mouth.
Other than watching Andrew's incrediskiing, Paul, Madeline, and I are being spoiled rotten with the amount of powder we ski through every day. I don't know how I'll ever go back to the subpar snow back in Colorado. We skied a run called 'Spanky's' yesterday and were the 6th, 7th, 8th, and 9th people to fly down the run. The powder was like none I've ever skied and was probably the best I will ski until I come back here, which better be pretty soon. Some of Andrew's coworkers have thanked us for bringing the snow with us to Whistler because the day we got here was the day it started to puke snow...and it hasnt stopped since :)
I have learned quite a few things during my stay here:
1) I am, no doubtedly, possily THE worst skier on this hill
2) Whistler breeds people to be extremely intense. Psycho intense. Example One: Mad and I were hiking up to 'Spanky's' and were a sustantial bit behind the nearest hiker, Paul. We were both stubbling andd tripping up the mountain and the people behind us were obviously annoyed. Mads even said that some especially frustrated skier yelled, "COME ON, Girls!!!" Thanks for the encouragement! Example two: On St. Patty's day, at the usual resort in America, there would be a lot of weird leprechauns and people in crazy green outfits skiing around making fools of themselves. Not at Whistler. People are down to business here. They fight for the untouched, even if that means sidestepping a holiday (or stepping on two teen girls to get to some hip deep pow)
3) Living in a house with 18 people is quite fun
4) Don't ask about mystery substances in the piles of dishes you wash every night....you probably don't want to know
5) You're laughed at if you have skis that are under 6 inches across in width
6) Never follow Andrew into trees. Never. If you do, be prepared to haphazardly fall into tree wells face first, get knocked in the head by tree branches, do the splits, get closelined by tree trucks, fly off unsuspected cliffs, etc, etc.
7) I am like my sister, Crystal in many ways
8) But most of all, I learned that skiing is the basis of all good times in life
Whistler Blackcomb spring break 2009=yet another adventure to add to the list of the Sprowell-Geise 4.
It's not Andrew swearing in the background.
We had a few difficulties getting the timing right for film.
Today was the usual. Andrew was hucking major, major cliffs. He continually sent himself off twenty foot rock faces and didn't think twice about it. As we were standing a healthy 10 feet away from the massive cornice, Mad and I were saying that someone would have to pay us seriously 16 million bucks to throw ourselves from that ledge. Paul had his jaw dropped watching the feats of his brother. I was shaking my head in awe. Mad was so enthralled a bit of drool was spilling from the sides of her mouth.
Other than watching Andrew's incrediskiing, Paul, Madeline, and I are being spoiled rotten with the amount of powder we ski through every day. I don't know how I'll ever go back to the subpar snow back in Colorado. We skied a run called 'Spanky's' yesterday and were the 6th, 7th, 8th, and 9th people to fly down the run. The powder was like none I've ever skied and was probably the best I will ski until I come back here, which better be pretty soon. Some of Andrew's coworkers have thanked us for bringing the snow with us to Whistler because the day we got here was the day it started to puke snow...and it hasnt stopped since :)
I have learned quite a few things during my stay here:
1) I am, no doubtedly, possily THE worst skier on this hill
2) Whistler breeds people to be extremely intense. Psycho intense. Example One: Mad and I were hiking up to 'Spanky's' and were a sustantial bit behind the nearest hiker, Paul. We were both stubbling andd tripping up the mountain and the people behind us were obviously annoyed. Mads even said that some especially frustrated skier yelled, "COME ON, Girls!!!" Thanks for the encouragement! Example two: On St. Patty's day, at the usual resort in America, there would be a lot of weird leprechauns and people in crazy green outfits skiing around making fools of themselves. Not at Whistler. People are down to business here. They fight for the untouched, even if that means sidestepping a holiday (or stepping on two teen girls to get to some hip deep pow)
3) Living in a house with 18 people is quite fun
4) Don't ask about mystery substances in the piles of dishes you wash every night....you probably don't want to know
5) You're laughed at if you have skis that are under 6 inches across in width
6) Never follow Andrew into trees. Never. If you do, be prepared to haphazardly fall into tree wells face first, get knocked in the head by tree branches, do the splits, get closelined by tree trucks, fly off unsuspected cliffs, etc, etc.
7) I am like my sister, Crystal in many ways
8) But most of all, I learned that skiing is the basis of all good times in life
Whistler Blackcomb spring break 2009=yet another adventure to add to the list of the Sprowell-Geise 4.
It's not Andrew swearing in the background.
We had a few difficulties getting the timing right for film.
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