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.

Safety Third

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-seeking 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 - you 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!

Spring is Here!!

Kiwi, Speed Racer, Lucky Jeans, and Danger Boy had been tracking the weekend's weather forecast all week. When Friday's forecast came in as "clearing in mid-late morning, sunny , high of 55 (in N. Conway!)" our action plan became obvious - hookie!!! We took advantage of $39 Fridays at Attitash in March - with the tix at a 40% discount and the enticing forecast we knew the trails would be packed. Nosirree!!! We had the mountain to ourselves and boy did we take advantage of that. The no-jacket foursome hit all the classics on the main mountain for the first half of the day: Moat, Parmesan, Idiot's Option, and Tightrope to name a few. The snow coverage was great, except for on Tim's Trauma - Speed Racer and DB gave it a go and agreed that it should have been closed. We filled the afternoon with the steeps at Bear Mtn - they were still steep and fast despite the loose and wet granular conditions. Scary fast at times... (just the way we like it!)

We're really looking forward to tomorrow - Spyder Pig and Private Dancer are joining us tonight (Fri) and we're all heading to our fav N. Conway ski mountain tomorrow. Here's a couple clues about our destination: It has tremendous views of Tuckerman's Ravine, 2200' of vertical (biggest in NH), and rhymes with MildRat!

Spring skiing at the "Cat" & arm "wrasling"

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!

Why hasn't Danger Boy been skiing lately?

I had been wondering why DB kept coming up with excuses not to come up to the Freshies house when I stumbled upon this top-secret draft of his upcoming project. I had NO idea?!?!

I didn't ski this weekend, but...

took a hike instead to grab a picture of where we ski most weekends.

Oh, and to summit Mt. Washington... yay!

WANTED

Any information regarding a missing Sunshine Ski Resort magnet.

Last seen on the refrigerator at the Freshie's ski house.

Monetary value is minimal, but sentimental value is priceless.

Whereabouts is unknown, but SR has VERY strong suspicions as to who may have stolen it.