Boo Hoo - this was my final ski weekend of the year and as I told Danger Boy, my saddest day of the year. It was no fun having to pack up my things and load the car for the last trip home. But, it certainly did go out with a bang. With 2 glorious days of spring skiing with my peeps, I cannot say I have any regrets, well maybe one - that I wasn't there to catch all THREE of DB's 'accidents' on film. Though catching one was something of poetic justice for me. Seeing that DB felt compelled to share my previous year's foibles with the whole wide world, I find it only fitting that I share his as well.
Here is the before picture - looking good barrelling down Tomcat Schuss. If you look closely behind the goggled eyes, I'm sure you will see sinister, methodical plotting going on to spray the innocent bystanders with thick, wet, Wildcat snow. But alas...fate had something else in store for our dear, dangerous, adventure-s
eeking friend. Somehow, someway, DB ended up on his (as we polacks would say) 'duppa'. Thanks to Lucky Jeans who heeded my "duck, duck, duck!" pleas so I could catch said fall on film. One might look at the photo and think DB is just relaxing, taking a moment for himself to lounge on the warm, March snow. But be assured all who wonder - he didn't get there on his own free will (nor did he land in a snow fence or on his duppa once again after clipping my skis - on his own free will). He lives, breathes and falls by his name.
eeking friend. Somehow, someway, DB ended up on his (as we polacks would say) 'duppa'. Thanks to Lucky Jeans who heeded my "duck, duck, duck!" pleas so I could catch said fall on film. One might look at the photo and think DB is just relaxing, taking a moment for himself to lounge on the warm, March snow. But be assured all who wonder - he didn't get there on his own free will (nor did he land in a snow fence or on his duppa once again after clipping my skis - on his own free will). He lives, breathes and falls by his name. Thanks to all the freshies for another great season up north. I truly wouldn't know what to do with my winters without having a fab destination every weekend. Even if we never go out because we are too damned tired to peel ourselves off the couch each night - y
ou are the best group of fun a girl could have. Have fun during the real final weekend of the year and have a Czech Pilsner for me!
ou are the best group of fun a girl could have. Have fun during the real final weekend of the year and have a Czech Pilsner for me!
OK, technically it wasn't "spring" yet, but last Sunday was a fabulous New England ski day at the Cat. KB, Bud, Danger Boy, Kiwi and I decided to get a late morning start to let the hard pack from the day before soften up. (It had nothing to do with our Sunday morning leisurely breakfast dubbed "egg pie" by Bud, no-no, it was a conscious effort on our part to get the most out of the day. That's our story and we're stickin' to it!!) There wasn't a cloud in the sky and I even got a little tan on my face. Which, of course, means I am just less pale than normal. The only bad thing about the day was that there was some issue with the quad and it was running between half and full speed. However, the brilliant folks at Wildcat decided to keep the lifts open for an extra 1/2 hour to make it up to their loyal fans. Yea!! 
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