The mountain opened for the season this weekend, so today Allie and I made our way up to the summit. Talk about arctic chill....It was a frigid 7 degrees at the base, and the wind at the top made it feel about 50 below. We made it down 2 runs and had to call it a day. The hot cocoa with Bailey's sounded like a much better choice than going back up, considering our fog-free goggles managed to get covered in frost.... We spent about 10 minutes writhing in agony trying to thaw out our toes. Felt like an elephant was standing on my feet! They tell me that this is not the typical cold, so I'm hoping they aren't lying to me, cause I don't know how many days I can do that to myself!
I'm super pumped about this season though -- the little bit of the mountain I skied was fun, despite the bone-chilling wind and hard-packed ice/snow that we encountered. I'm also starting to recognize more faces, which makes it even better. I'm a freakin' local now -- how cool is that?!
I was going to attempt to take a few pics of the spectacular view with my phone's camera but there was no way I was stopping to take a glove off. Good thing there are plenty more days left in the season. No need to rush these things. Going back out Tuesday if my skis are back from the shop. They were feeling a little rough today so we'll see how they do with a good tune and wax. I'll keep ya posted!
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