Yup, the ski season is almost over. Time to go back to work…
In case you’re wondering, he carries a bunch of fresh fruit and a bottle of red wine in there. Could probably use some garlic to ward of this guy…
It’s not a totally sideways whiteout at the top of the mountain today, so I thought I’d take Chevs up for a run down Grandfathers. Here she is, making Cindi-Lou look tall.
For the first time, she was skiing extended periods without me holding her up, and was even steering the skiis a bit. Plus, she stopped crying when she crashed. Finally!
So she did about 75% of the whole run. I only picked her up on the reallyflat parts that would have taken hours for her to walk across. Pretty stoked, as it’s a 5km run.
She seems pretty happy about it too.
Yay! Skiing with Barb! It’s only the second time this year.
Oh, and Jenny is up too. As usual, it snowed. About 10cm again, but it’s adding up and since there’s no sun and it’s cold…
…it’s staying pretty nice. I know, I sound like a broken record, but that’s because you just don’t get to see what I do. Maybe if you check out the next pic.
BAM! Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. Every day, it’s full on blower over the head powder.
Oh, in case you didn’t know, Finbar is gay. Just thought you might like to know.
Strangely enough, these guys aren’t. But if that was me in the pic, I’d be lying on the cute blonde, not the dorky dude in the onesie.
Igloo time!
The Howdens came up for dinner. Too bad Jorgen had to come up and coach.
“Every Run, Every Time.” We get it dude. Eat yer ice cream.