Thanks to Forrest Gump for the quote to mangle for an alliterative title. Whew.
Early season is just that: stupid. Ample evidence that skiers are nothing compared to their addictive influences towards snow and sliding down hills. What else would prompt us to ski in such little snow or skin up with a real chance of having to walk back down?
We hung out for a bit, bombed the webcam, and took great delight in the foot and a half of snow drifted on the deck. However, the Anthill held about a fifth of that fluffly light stuff, and as such I walked down most of it. The turns from where Momentum takes off until Moose takes off were the best of the day, courtesy of some old base that made the rocks less frequent.
The rest of the way out made for some good choices:
A. Turn, and hit rocks
B. Straightline, jump over water bars, and hope that you don’t catch a shark at speed
C. Walk down
I tried all three, with B taking honors for Most Stupid. However, Craig did manage to twist his knee with C, so maybe the whole venture was a doomed reminder of why skiing is more fun when there’s more snow.
As with most addicts, the consequences of our behavior don’t really have much bearing on whether we continue. The sooner it really starts snowing, the better.