Goldilocks and the Three Chairs

While I am thrilled to continue to provide photographic stimulation to Danger Boy (who, ironically, seems to escape the camera during his many artistic tumbles as well), I cannot let the blog go on without telling a little fairy tale of the modern kind.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who loved to ski. In all the excitement of powdery loveliness that fell hour upon hour, the little boy eagerly greeted each ski day early in the morn to be sure he could dazzle the damsels with his moves.
The little boy headed up the chair lift and started to make his way down the mountain. He was doing fine until he realized his ski had come off. "This one is too big," said the little boy. He put the ski back on and skied onward.
The little boy took the chair lift again and again the ski came off. "This one is too big!" exclaimed the little boy again, realizing his ski was left on the trail above him. Thankfully his trusty companion Kiwi, who was nice enough not to carry a camera, picked up the ski and returned it to him.
The little boy, in despair, headed into the lodge to have the wizards fix his ski. After some time, the little boy came out and took a third chair to the top to try the wizards work. Just a few turns into the run, the little boy giggled with glee, "this one is JUST right!"
The next weekend, the little boy went out to ski with some of his woodland friends. Shortly after reaching the mountain, the spider pig noted, "hey, this ski is TOO small!" The little boy looked on in horror as he realized that in all the wonder and excitement of having 3 consecutive powder days, he mistakenly fitted spider pig's ski to fit his boot.
In his shock and anger at the mistake, spider pig wanted to eat the little boy for lunch, instead, he chewed off the heads of the wizards who helped the little boy fit his ski and they were never heard from again.

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.