Talk Without Speaking

So very sick. Yes. very. very. sick.

So sick, as a matter of fact, that I needed some very rare medicine that could only be ingested while skiing at Blackcomb in the blaring sun with 14 cm of fresh powder. Ryan, Stacey and Jon were also very very sick and needed to follow the same prescription.

I went up there with really low expectations; I thought that it was going to be rainy and I thought that Whistler had been too warm for any recent snow so I was very pleasantly surprised to be shot down on both counts. What. a. day. Absolutely beautiful and the snow was fantastic. Furthermore there was practically no one on the mountain, the lifites didn’t bother putting the gates up at the lifts and there was still powder at the end of the day which was certainly beyond my Whistler experience. Hey, I might have to goof off work and go skiing on a weekday more often.

My only punishment for cooking the scheduling books was a deep sun burn from catching too many high-altitude snowy sun rays.

Unless there is some divine intervention today was probably the last day up this season. Sigh. Good thing that both volleyball and ultimate start this week. In a way, it’s all perfect timing.