skiing is life
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ill start off with mine.
The powerlines are down, roads are barley plouged and travel is highly unrecommended. The 30 inches of powder that we heard fell up in the northcountry had us drooling as we slather on cream cheese onto our bagels, half awake, feeling groggy and tired. We dont care though. throwing the jeep in 4WD ,we ride into the storm.
We see the ski trails in the distance and we let out a joyous woop! Its eight oclock as we pull into the parking lot of the resort with only a few other cars. The lifts are spinning and and so are our heads. What do you think lay atop the summit? quick we need to get to the top before anyone else does! we throw down our pocket lettuce at the ticket seller and as quick as humany possible in ski boots, we run towards our lift, almost tripping in the thigh deep powder.
The top. 40 inches of pure white fluff lay at the top of the mountain. The snow is dry as a bone. looking at eachother, we grin and begin our decent down. The only sound thats can be heard is the soft powder being cut under our skis as we ski off towards the rising sun.
Your turn :grin:
The powerlines are down, roads are barley plouged and travel is highly unrecommended. The 30 inches of powder that we heard fell up in the northcountry had us drooling as we slather on cream cheese onto our bagels, half awake, feeling groggy and tired. We dont care though. throwing the jeep in 4WD ,we ride into the storm.
We see the ski trails in the distance and we let out a joyous woop! Its eight oclock as we pull into the parking lot of the resort with only a few other cars. The lifts are spinning and and so are our heads. What do you think lay atop the summit? quick we need to get to the top before anyone else does! we throw down our pocket lettuce at the ticket seller and as quick as humany possible in ski boots, we run towards our lift, almost tripping in the thigh deep powder.
The top. 40 inches of pure white fluff lay at the top of the mountain. The snow is dry as a bone. looking at eachother, we grin and begin our decent down. The only sound thats can be heard is the soft powder being cut under our skis as we ski off towards the rising sun.
Your turn :grin: