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!! For me the most memorable part of the day was the unofficial race on Bobcat. Let's just say my name's Speed Racer for a reason. Although DB keeps flapping his gums about how he "nicked" me at the finish...pure rubbish! The
race is over when the trail is over, NOT when you pass someone on he traverse to the lift.
I am also attaching photos and a video (yes, that is me laughing hysterically...and I have to apologize for the shoddy camera work. I was, quite literally, falling over laughing) of a our very own Hydra's arm "wrasling" adventures at Wildcat apres ski last Saturday. She didn't bring home the trophy, but did get a hat and boy-oh-boy did she make the Freshies and her son proud. I believe the quote of the day was when we asked Hyrda's son what his response would be when people asked him where he got his hat. He rightly answered: "My Mom won it arm wrestling...in a bar...in New Hampshire."
Seriously, you can't make this stuff up!
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