Recently at the cabin, we assembled a catapult that I got for Christmas from my Mom. Spent the evening hurling every thing we could find around the house.
Syd likes her runs like most like their coffee. BLACK. We skied them all day. She is nutso. She even sings the Avenged Sevenfold song of the same name while descending this one. Be afraid.
This snow is garbage. Not enough for spikes. Just enough to slide on logs. Starting to feel like a hiatus from this mountain is in order.
When things do not suck.