Tuesday, March 19, 2019

[rogman]

[Day 92+]It was a day like any other. Sky: blue; wind: light; crowds: minimal. I’d been out a while when I boarded the Skye Peak Express alone. At the last second, she slid forward and dropped into the seat beside me. I lowered the bar and gave her a side long glance: Sultry platinum blonde, 30’s, boarder with that weary been around look. I pulled out my flask, and took a sip.
“I’ll take a hit if you’re offering”, she said expectantly. I wasn’t, but wordlessly handed it to her anyway. She took a long pull, looked at me, and said,
“You looked like a man with better taste in scotch”.
“Business is bad. I get what I can”
She eyed me up and down, took another sip, then finally said, “I want information”, handing it back.
“Maybe”. There was something about this dame that had me on edge. An eager and foolish man might trust her, not me.
“Wildfire?”
“Upper closed, Lower good”.
“OL?”
“Good early, but now scraped off. No.”
I wasn’t buying it. This doll wasn’t here for no trail report. Still, she persisted:
“Superstar? Highline? Skyelark?” in rapid fire staccato.
“Supe, a bit chunky, but good. Highline fast but edgeable”. I stopped when I got to Skyelark, and thought back to that sweet, deep groom that made it easily the run of the day. The edgeable carving. Top to bottom it was superb.
“Skyelark?” she asked again, interrupting my reverie.
“Good”, my deliberately evasive response. What was her game?
“Bubble?” she persisted.
“Aha”, I thought. That’s it. “Running, warm, comfortable,” I answered carefully.
“Hmm,” she pondered, staring off for a bit, then went on, “Th The wizard?” Jackpot. The slight hesitation in her voice gave her away, but I wasn’t about to give up those secrets so easily.
“I don’t know nothin’ about no Wizard. He isn’t home”
She was started to call me on my careless slip, but we were at the top. I raised the bar, and waited, almost too long, as she finally offloaded, turned right, and stopped to fasten her board. I exited left, saw her look up, but skied off, never looking back. This nosy dame was trouble, and I had enough of my own.

[skiadikt]

greeted by a surprise inch or so. provided a nice cushion on an otherwise “firm” OL at the open. 2nd run not as good. other than that pretty much a rinse and repeat, groomer day. sun was kinda in and out. enjoyed dropping into skier’s left on preston’s but nothing particularly stood out with the early runs in bear the best. other than double dip, hit virtually all open terrain.

[Southside_Bobby]

[Day 92+]It was a day like any other. Sky: blue; wind: light; crowds: minimal. I’d been out a while when I boarded the Skye Peak Express alone. At the last second, she slid forward and dropped into the seat beside me. I lowered the bar and gave her a side long glance: Sultry platinum blonde, 30’s, boarder with that weary been around look. I pulled out my flask, and took a sip.
“I’ll take a hit if you’re offering”, she said expectantly. I wasn’t, but wordlessly handed it to her anyway. She took a long pull, looked at me, and said,
“You looked like a man with better taste in scotch”.
“Business is bad. I get what I can”
She eyed me up and down, took another sip, then finally said, “I want information”, handing it back.
“Maybe”. There was something about this dame that had me on edge. An eager and foolish man might trust her, not me.
“Wildfire?”
“Upper closed, Lower good”.
“OL?”
“Good early, but now scraped off. No.”
I wasn’t buying it. This doll wasn’t here for no trail report. Still, she persisted:
“Superstar? Highline? Skyelark?” in rapid fire staccato.
“Supe, a bit chunky, but good. Highline fast but edgeable”. I stopped when I got to Skyelark, and thought back to that sweet, deep groom that made it easily the run of the day. The edgeable carving. Top to bottom it was superb.
“Skyelark?” she asked again, interrupting my reverie.
“Good”, my deliberately evasive response. What was her game?
“Bubble?” she persisted.
“Aha”, I thought. That’s it. “Running, warm, comfortable,” I answered carefully.
“Hmm,” she pondered, staring off for a bit, then went on, “Th The wizard?” Jackpot. The slight hesitation in her voice gave her away, but I wasn’t about to give up those secrets so easily.
“I don’t know nothin’ about no Wizard. He isn’t home”
She was started to call me on my careless slip, but we were at the top. I raised the bar, and waited, almost too long, as she finally offloaded, turned right, and stopped to fasten her board. I exited left, saw her look up, but skied off, never looking back. This nosy dame was trouble, and I had enough of my own.

I only believe every word...

[Mister Moose]

It was a day like any other. Sky: blue; wind: light; crowds: minimal. I’d been out a while when I boarded the Skye Peak Express alone. At the last second, she slid forward and dropped into the seat beside me. I lowered the bar and gave her a side long glance: Sultry platinum blonde, 30’s, boarder with that weary been around look. I pulled out my flask, and took a sip.
“I’ll take a hit if you’re offering”, she said expectantly. I wasn’t, but wordlessly handed it to her anyway. She took a long pull, looked at me, and said,
“You looked like a man with better taste in scotch”.
“Business is bad. I get what I can”
She eyed me up and down, took another sip, then finally said, “I want information”, handing it back.
“Maybe”. There was something about this dame that had me on edge. An eager and foolish man might trust her, not me.

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[Big Bob]

Got to do something about the Superstar people getting first tracks at Bear. No friends on a 1" powder day...

[RedRider]

she slid forward and dropped into the seat beside me. I lowered the bar and gave her a side long glance: Sultry platinum blonde, 30’s, boarder with that weary been around look

[Captain Hafski]

Afternoon Report: Had a pretty good day out there focusing on Lower Bear and South Ridge.

ROTD: Breakaway. After skiing Lower Pipe Dream I figured Breakaway might be skiable [guessing soft right hand side of bumps, with firm on the left [shady] side]. In the end, at just the right time, darn near perfect corn all the way down. Did have to avoid the far right side of course. Do-over was just as sweet and kinda cool as it looked like no-one had skied it since last week.

Lower Peace Park was very good as well in the afternoon sun. Lower Wildfire OK.

Late day run down Double Dipper was nothing special; pretty fast on the bottom pitch.

Highline OK again in the afternoon sun.