I woke up with an anxiety monster in my stomach. I don't really know why. Guess we had make breakfast and pack up and get our shit together cos it was our last day.
Wah.
We managed it, though. At the gondola by 8:30. Josh went off on his own to do some crazy shit that no one who cares for him should have to watch.
Nathan and Shelly headed off for some green runs on Whistler.
And that left Sue, Steve, Me, and miles of Blackcomb corduroy. It looked perfect- even squeaked when you turned.
Sue eventually ditched Spanky and I for the upper mountain-- skiers.
Sadly, we had to leave our corduroy paradise for the Roundhouse on Whistler for the lunch get together. Unbeknowingst to us, however, lunch had been cancelled by Dr. No due to the impending opening of Symphony Bowl. After realizing we had been ditched, Shelly and Nathan left to gut out a few more runs and me and the Spankster headed for Symphony ourselves after the usual hour long debate.
Symphony bowl is a there and back again adventure for snowboarders since the only entrance and exit is a winding cattrack. Playing dodge a dummy on one edge for a half an hour can make you homicidal.
It was mostly worth it, if for nothing else that we didn't have to wonder.
Managed not to kill anyone on the way back.
My anxiety monster had been for naught. We were headed down safe and sound. I could actually see the bottom. Then Steve ran right through a bungee line at the lift and snapped it and it popped me right in the ass! He had the audacity to blame it on me!
Anyway, easy ride back. I was in the Subaru with Josh and Shelly. Her taste in music is mostly beyond reproach.
Got to stop at DQ for the Swiss Mushroom Melt. Managed to make it through whole weekend without eating one healthy thing.
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