It took some convincing to get blog entries out of P and M. Nat was down from the getgo. Although it took some persistence to get text squeezed out of them, I'm glad I had help portraying the sheer excellence of the previous week. I simply can't cram such a frenzy of excitement and activity into a three-inch column.PM and N took to Whistler like ducks to water. Not only did they immediately earn the affection and respect of my 15 housemates, they were never treated as guests in this house. From the moment they arrived, they were as much a part of our community as I am. On top of that, they skied the mountain in true style and left no gnarly lines untouched. I take no responsibility for any of the three dropping out of school and moving to Canada. None whatsoever.
They also picked a good week to come. During the EXACT 7 days PMN skied Whistler, the resort received this much snow:
149 cm
1.49 meters
4.88 feet
.815 fathoms
58.7 inches
14900000000 Angstroms
.0074 furlongs
14.67 hands
Hands down it was the best week of the season.
Paul left his poles on the car overnight...the straps froze.
Our last day, I took everyone into lower VD trees, a steep tree run accessed by a somewhat questionable goat's path and a 5 minute hike. After finally arriving above a steep, powdery pitch, we couldn't find Natalie.
Turns out her crappy Salomon binding had magically made itself two sizes too big, and would no longer hold her boot in. (Something it took a large flathead screwdriver to fix). The solution?
Natalie falling/rolling/somersaulting down a steep tree run.
Then, I gave her one of my skis and skied to the lift bottom on one leg. Skiing on one leg turned out to be hugely entertaining and one of the day's highlights.
Mix-n-Match skis
If you blow up this picture and look closely, you will find me and my one-leggedness.
Paul left his poles on the car overnight...the straps froze.
Our last day, I took everyone into lower VD trees, a steep tree run accessed by a somewhat questionable goat's path and a 5 minute hike. After finally arriving above a steep, powdery pitch, we couldn't find Natalie.
Turns out her crappy Salomon binding had magically made itself two sizes too big, and would no longer hold her boot in. (Something it took a large flathead screwdriver to fix). The solution?
Natalie falling/rolling/somersaulting down a steep tree run.
Then, I gave her one of my skis and skied to the lift bottom on one leg. Skiing on one leg turned out to be hugely entertaining and one of the day's highlights.
Mix-n-Match skis
If you blow up this picture and look closely, you will find me and my one-leggedness.
I've been waiting all season for the right day to hit these cliffs. It's a bit intimidating because the lift line of 200+ people has a direct view of the cliff band. So if you wipe out, everybody goes "oohhh." (not in a good way). My track is the lone one down the middle.
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