Take a piece of auto glass, tip it up at a 45-degree angle, and then try to walk up or down it in ski boots. That will give you an idea of how bulletproof the course is becoming. I was standing in Shep's Belly today (a flatter section of the course where we're stationed) and literally had to keep one hand on a couple meshes of B-net to keep myself standing. Then, working on the pitches, it's ridiculous. If you don't have crampons, forget it. And if your skis aren't tuned, forget it. With multiple water injection programs the last few nights and cold temps overnight, it's glass.
The weather has been incredible. Cold and clear and spiritual with alpenglow in the morning, blazing during the day, then repeat at dusk. Smelling sunscreen on my face and on others' faces makes it feel like we should be drinking cold Alaskan Amber on a boat in the middle of summer. (One person actually said that today.) But we're on water, yes...just frozen.
Mom and Phyllis came up today on a whimsical note. We had a great dinner, saw a nasty funk group in the village square, and I have sent them on their way for the evening to explore the party that Whistler Village truly is now. I've never seen it packed more than it is today.
Unfortunately, I must retire, as we have a 5:45am load for the Super-Combined in the morning. Sunday night will hopefully yield some more good times out 'n' about. But for now...sleep.
Best over to Corey in Toronto and the rest of the gang that has taken off already...we be thinkin of you.
peace oot, eh?
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