More powder.
Nathan and Shelly go to day 2 of lessons. This means they can hang out in the condo until 9 or so while Sue, Steve, Josh, and I scramble out the door around 8 to try in vain to catch the first lift.
Josh is on his tele gear and the rest of us are still worked from Day 1 so we head to some mellow runs with the occasional terrain park adventure. Josh and I amuse people we don't even know by yardselling over the jumps. I find the easiest rail in existence and style it like I'm Shaun White. Fuck yeah.
Steve and I amuse ourselves and boost our egos by screaming down green runs and making newbies fall down.
Sue found the ultimate lunch spot on the top floor of the Roundhouse by the window.
Sweet. Took a long break before resuming the tedious job of completely destroying all leg muscles.
Sue and I gave up first and headed to the Dubliner. (Actually... I don't know that it's called the Dubliner but the waitresses wear short plaid skirts and they sell Guinness and soda bread so I'm calling it the Dubliner.)
We were eventually joined by Nathan
who was now singing a different tune of torment and suffering after a long day of picking himself up and running into people. To his credit he was still mostly upbeat.
Unlike Shelly
who put on an impressive bear chugging display after regaling us with her own "waist deep in powder" story.
Therapy was only a short jeep ride away.
As were the Marie Calender Pot Pies and more Gin & Tonics.
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