Tuesday, April 15, 2008

 

Spring fun in the mountains






I got my cast off!! It is so nice to be able to do stuff again. Like this ride that Mike and I took last Sunday. It was a blast!! We rode up to one of the many ghost towns in the area. These are old mining towns. There is still gold around, too!

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Monday, April 07, 2008

 

Ski Boots


Well, our ski resort closed yesterday and my new ski boots arrived today. Figures. Anyway, if any of you want my old boots, you can have them. I'll even ship them to you, my treat. The old boots are Rossignol size 24.5 Race 2, which means they were top of the line a few years back.

<-- These are the old boots. They aren't super stiff, so you can keep practicing your Chinese Master "ToeShin" and they do respond well to what you want your skis to do. The toe on one inner boot has been cut out for your ingrown toe nail pleasure. So, size wise they are about a size 7. I know we are all the small feet queens, but I know my feet haven't been the same since being pregnant...

New boot (notice wreath from Rebecca turning a lovely shade of brown in the back ground. Can't bring myself to throw it out, it's such a great wreath.) Actually these boots are last year's model. I got a deal... --->

So any takers? Otherwise, I'll find another use for them. Maybe I'll plant petunias in them and invite the ski instructors over for a drink. You're all invited...

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Tuesday, April 01, 2008

 

Another Story of the Great Ski Adventure!

An entry on Jennifer's Blog about bald eagles reminded me of a story I forgot to post of our the Day One entry. Matthew and I saw great powder trail marks on Wardner Peak at Silver Mountain so we headed off in that direction. You have to climb up quite a ways from the lift to ski this mountain face. We climbed until we were tired of climbing, and then started to traverse over to the slope on a cut across the cliff face that was about 6" wide, enough for about 1 and 1/2 skis. I made Matthew go first. While we were climbing we noticed 2 bald eagles circling the peak. As we worked our way across the cliff, the eagles shifted and were circling us. I guess were looking a bit tasty! We watched the eagles, watched the snow which our skis dislodged spinning down the cliff, and chatted how strange it was that we hadn't seen anyone ski this part of the resort. As there was no way we could turn back, we finally screwed up our courage and started down. The slope's "powder trails" that we had seen from the lift were frozen crud and the rocks turned out to be boulders. I forced myself down, telling myself "breathe, 2, 3, turn!" When we reached the end I said "Ha! How many 50 year-old women have skied that today?" I didn't get any pictures of all this, I was busy praying, but here's one from the resort's web site (easy for this guy, with the fresh powder...)

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