So Monday Shelly Speedracer is resolved to take beginner ski lessons. As luck would have it, her instructor has never taught beginners but is instead used to teaching Olympic downhill racers. He opts to skip the lesson plan on stopping (it is, afterall intuitive, no?) and go right into losing elevation as quickly as possibly.
Shockingly, Shelly has agreed to attempt this experiment again.
The other two S's and I tried Blackcomb. Sue could take blue's no longer and left us for black runs on the upper mountain combined with an upperbody t-bar workout. Steve and I (neither of us afraid of redundancy) took it upon ourselves to remove all semblence of powder from the slopes under solar coaster. I did just enough runs to justify going to the lodge and eat french fries then limp to the gondola.
We all met at the Dubliner, breifly compared notes and headed back to Seattle. After a harrowing drive by Sue through Squamish construction and few tense moments at the border (what are those silver panels!!??), Steve the Fresh drove the final leg and we were back home and in bed by 10:30.
1 comment:
Go Shelly!
Lucky you didn't get strip searched at the border, fucking drug smugglers!
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