Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Ski Trip 2009 Chapter 2 - In Which Katie Meets Ullr
Friday morning
Rebecca and Molly meet us at the house and we all took off for 49 Degrees North. Rebecca announced that she had a new name for Molly, namely "Slow or Stopped". Seems like we're always waiting for Molly, but in reality, it was Katie who we waited for before we could drive off. Katie was poking around, getting her things in order in no particular hurry, while Daddy muttered away with impatience. I looked at him, and calmly said "Katie is our Molly", and everyone smiled and relaxed. We drove off, just 15 minutes behind our schedule. We do like to hit the slopes early.
49 Degrees North is in Chewelah, Washington, about on the 49th parallel, near the Canadian border. The summit, Chewelah Peak, is 5774 ft with a vertical drop of 1851 ft. Dad's got a season pass here. Cost him about $70 for the season. Last year, it was our favorite place to ski. This year, not our favorite. Only half the chairs were running, and the grooming was sub par. Although we did have another beautiful sunshiny blue sky day! Near the end of the day, all of us, including Daddy, headed for this supposedly blue groomer which none of us had ever skied. All started out well, nicely groomed and scenic, then the vertical ran out. We had to skate up the hill. By this time, if we had turned back, we would have had to climb the other way. The trail finally turned back down the mountain, but the grooming ran out. We were dealing with heavy powder, accented with granite and logs. Not good for 85 year-old legs. After maneuvering through this, we ended up on a gentle downward slope that ran over a mile, and then dumped us into the main bowl. After that run, we all called it a day and headed home.
Ahh, dinner! Pasta with shrimp and sauteed portabellas, salad, and a yogurt, fruit, chocolate parfait, all fat and sugar free. My mom's unbelievable. Then we all were ushered to the TV room to watch the Gonzaga Bulldog basketball game. Mother had a running commentary throughout the game. "He's a brute!" and "Look at his skinny legs, I don't think he's eating enough." So much fun!
This tree is an icon of Ullr, the prehistoric god of skiing. If you ring his bell, you will return to the mountains to ski another day. This is Matthew in '08.
Rebecca and Molly meet us at the house and we all took off for 49 Degrees North. Rebecca announced that she had a new name for Molly, namely "Slow or Stopped". Seems like we're always waiting for Molly, but in reality, it was Katie who we waited for before we could drive off. Katie was poking around, getting her things in order in no particular hurry, while Daddy muttered away with impatience. I looked at him, and calmly said "Katie is our Molly", and everyone smiled and relaxed. We drove off, just 15 minutes behind our schedule. We do like to hit the slopes early.49 Degrees North is in Chewelah, Washington, about on the 49th parallel, near the Canadian border. The summit, Chewelah Peak, is 5774 ft with a vertical drop of 1851 ft. Dad's got a season pass here. Cost him about $70 for the season. Last year, it was our favorite place to ski. This year, not our favorite. Only half the chairs were running, and the grooming was sub par. Although we did have another beautiful sunshiny blue sky day! Near the end of the day, all of us, including Daddy, headed for this supposedly blue groomer which none of us had ever skied. All started out well, nicely groomed and scenic, then the vertical ran out. We had to skate up the hill. By this time, if we had turned back, we would have had to climb the other way. The trail finally turned back down the mountain, but the grooming ran out. We were dealing with heavy powder, accented with granite and logs. Not good for 85 year-old legs. After maneuvering through this, we ended up on a gentle downward slope that ran over a mile, and then dumped us into the main bowl. After that run, we all called it a day and headed home.
Ahh, dinner! Pasta with shrimp and sauteed portabellas, salad, and a yogurt, fruit, chocolate parfait, all fat and sugar free. My mom's unbelievable. Then we all were ushered to the TV room to watch the Gonzaga Bulldog basketball game. Mother had a running commentary throughout the game. "He's a brute!" and "Look at his skinny legs, I don't think he's eating enough." So much fun!
This tree is an icon of Ullr, the prehistoric god of skiing. If you ring his bell, you will return to the mountains to ski another day. This is Matthew in '08.
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