Last night was a bit of an ordeal. After our holiday party I went to gas up and the battery on the ski wagon gave up. It's amazing that they can rate a battery for 84 months and it gives out in exactly 84 months. Not sure how they manage that, but it's like clockwork on all our vehicles. So, an hour and $120 later we're hopefully set for the next 8 years.
The snow report was another 12" overnight and only two lifts running. What that means at The Pass is that the lower mountain hasn't been groomed. Diane took a pass today--and it was a good call. Conditions were not ideal unless you wanted to spend the day poking around in the woods.
Twelve inches was more like 16. Not that we were complaining.
Dylan pushes through the deep.
We ran into ski buddy Mark and his friend Chris and took a couple of runs with them. Fun was had by all--especially Mark since he just bought a new pair of Rossignol S7's. I was envious...they looked like a blast.
The old S3's do just fine. Dylan stopped long enough to get a few shots of me in the woods.
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Kayla got a pass to The Pass. Maybe she will come and use it...probably not. But it's worth hoping!
If this is how the world ends, then I can live with it!
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