Just Like Old Times

With Kiwi's impressive advances in carving up the mountain with elegance, speed, and attitude, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to add to my collection of pix of her.

Didn't remain worried for too long...

The EarlyBird gets the worm (or fresh tracks in this case!)

Yeah, yeah, we have a reputation for taking our time in the AM before we head out to the ski mtn. First chair, schmirst schmair, used to be our motto. That was until the Wildcat 4-day blizzard of 2010! Multiple feet of fresh snow and expectations of huge crowds on Friday/Saturday helped us get our butts in gear to actually arrive at the mountain around 8AM. Yep, that's right!! Check out the clock below - this was just before pulling into the p-lot.

We did this EarlyBird thingie three days in a row (Fri-Sat-Sun) - holy cannoli!! Cravings for fresh snow, soft bumps, and sweet landing zones has inspired us to achieve things that some thought just weren't possible.

Let's see how long it lasts...

Blizzard of 2010 at Wildcat!

From Feb 24 to Feb 27 Mother Nature decided to drop 54" of fresh stuff on Wildcat. Yes, 54"! That's not a typo. For those of you that like to think in feet that is 4 feet, 6 inches! Yowzza! That's almost the height of Private Dancer! Weirdly, there was about 3" of slush covered by 3" of snow in N. Conway during the same timeframe. Not so great, but just enough for the x-country ski & chocolate festival on Sunday.

Check out the pow-pow in these pix, especially taking note of the trees - just a bit more snow and the poor guy would have been completely covered, looking like an upside down snow cone!

Lucky Jeans and Kiwi have their game faces on for a day of powder skiing. You go Wildcats!

Below are Danger Boy's ski poles - he's actually under all that snow, trying to work his way to the top!

Things are looking good for amazing skiing in March at the 'Cat!

The most EPIC day of the season

Kiwi, Speed Racer and Spider Pig were dressed to move today. Sunny skies at Wildcat (yes, Wildcat!) provided for the most amazing soft snow designed to make rock star skiers of all of us. Speed Racer took a spin in her new boots and I gotta tell ya, she was like a new woman. All in all, it was the best ski day of the season, even though we almost died from the monster-like rolling fog and snow (yes I said snow!).

We then bucked tradition and headed to the Red Parka Pub for dinner and decided to stay to see what the band would be like. The evening featured the following: Dwight Schrute, Michael Scott, Creepy professor/educational consultant (read: unemployed), Heavy D and the funky bunch, black & blues, Blue (not grey) Matter, old men liked Speed Racer (who also has a beautiful nose), Kiwi is wicked cute, Spider Pig and F-bombs, Laid and rock star parking.

Spider Pig and Speed Racer give a special shout out to me, Kiwi, for, in their words "riding us home."

Ghoullog 2009

A FINE looking bunch! Who's your dentist?

Smile for the camera Guinness :)

Danger Boy - Live Action Reporter

Pre-Amazing Race

In preparation for our inevitable tour of duty on a future season of the Amazing Race, Speed Racer and I set off last Saturday on the Great Urban Race. Bearing the team name Freshies (trying to do our peeps some justice) and outfitted in all our look-alike ski resort duds, we met up at the starting line.

The race, while not exactly AR style (which really is too bad), required us to find 11 of 12 locations around Boston based on a series of clues. With the help of Mr. Blackberry and phone-a-friend Shane, we were able to solve all but one clue, which was a series of symbols that translated into words. Clearly I will never have a career in cryptology (and then obviously never be the main character in a Dan Brown novel) because I spent 5 minutes working on the puzzle and came to a screeching halt. Speed Racer however solved the puzzle in the blink of an eye.

We headed off to various points around the city - starting with the steaming tea kettle, a plethora of stops in Fenway (word to wise, if you like the batting red sock tshirt - wait a while till they re-stock since about 250 people had one of them on at some point during the day - yuck!).

After a brief hiccup in the Back Bay, we discovered we made excellent sleuths solving a murder mystery before heading off to meet our friend, the 27 pound lobster. Thanks to a rude asian woman to whom we were clearly invisible given that SR asked a question to which she walked right past without acknowledgement, we were spared the humiliation of posing with a brass lobster and got the pleasure (and the clue right) by posing with the live lobster.

Then following a scramble to SR's old hood C'town and hoofing it up the hill (after 2 hours of no food and blazing sun) we tried to be the craftiest of the crafty by making our way back to the finish line via the locks - mocking the team ahead of us who felt it necessary to run, only to learn the last laugh was on us because they made it across the locks before we did and before the locks opened to let 2 dinky boats pass through.

We headed to the finish line, convinced we wouldn't win the race but postive we'd win the Native sunglass challenge - only to discover *sigh* we came in 2nd for that. Our quasi-respectable 75th place would have been more like 60th place had it not been for the damn locks!

But in the end we were sure of 2 things: 1 - it was great preparation and learning experience for our future time on the AR and 2 - the winning team had to have TOTALLY cheated.

Final Weekend Part I

French fry tossing contest
Soft-hand Eric
Denim overall Dickie's
Denim Day at Attitash
Pig's Eye vs. Pig's Ear beer

Double jointed man that appeared on Letterman

"He's got two moms"

Dancing

Gene Simmons look-alike

Seemingly the aformentioned list would be incongruous - gibberish even - but not when it's put in the context of the Freshies last night in North Conway!!  Not only did we witness/hear all of these things, we did it all in about a three hour span all at, you guessed it, The Red Parka Pub...yea baby!!   

The last Freshies to hit the house for the weekend all arrived on Saturday.  I arrived first, followed by Danger Boy who met me at the Moat for "just one" before the others arrived.  Two beers and 7 5-oz. taste tests later (foreshadowing for the evening to come...?) Private Dancer met us there.   After Private Dancer had one...maybe two beers, we headed home for a quick freshen up and dash out for dinner.  

None of us could belive that we hadn't been to the RPP all season, so nostalgia won out and we decided to grab some food and dance the night away at the RPP.  Tiny Boarder and Spider Pig met us there, but had to sit at another table because things were getting crowded.  This is when the 1st of the list above occured....french-fry tossing contest!!  The FF tossing proved that I am an ineffective tosser and Spider Pig is not as nimble as he once was since nary a fry was caught.   But (#2) soft-hand Eric did enjoy watching the action.   

After dinner is when the freak show that is the RPP started.  I noticed a gaggle of folks dressed in a rather peculiar way.  Two of them were wearing (#3) denim Dickie's overalls, one was sported jeans and his ski goggles on backward and the women with them had on denim from head to toe...so I had to ask them...."what the heck is with the outfits?" and they replied (#4)"Denim Day at Attitash!".  Apparently this is an annual (unsanctioned by Attitash) gathering whereby a bunch of people get together for the weekend, ski at Attaish wearing their denim finery and then drink copious amounts of liquor and ultimatley get thrown out of the RPP.  (side note - Danger Boy is dying to get on the invite list for next year)

Sorry - I am losing steam, Part II will be posted at a later date.  Here's a teaser:  Danger Boy may have beed overserved...and Gene Simmons is not aging well.