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.
Conquered her first black today. Dinner celebration!
JV wanted dry trail so we did a couple laps on the baby hill today. Always reminded its a brutal mile. Tagged the true summit for the first time. Good times.
I had a Dave's. Not Dale's. Drowning my lame skip of Green because it was too cold.