Now that I’m a big time (read: not) coach, I get to do paid road trips.
So here’s what I did today. Stood around the base of a massive mountain and helped the next generation of ski racer get the job done.
OK, it was pretty fun. I managed to get a couple of runs in and our team kicked ass.
Besides, can you feel the Stoke?
THAT’S gonna cost you.
At least a case of beer there. Even worse when you’re the head of ski patrol, right Paul?
Well, that was my morning. After noon, I went for a fast lap out of bounds with Julie.
She was a bit nervous about heading out on a big ski trip that included Roger’s Pass, so she asked if I could go out for some runs with her and help her find her groove.
I think she’ll be OK.
Our apres ski scene, in another blizzard.
…and 15 minutes later, it’s clear and we’re scoping our lines from earlier in the day.
I love this place.