Share the low point of your season

[ski220]

My season came to a premature ending March 1 as my ski boots broke up and rather then risk injury I left Stowe on a Sat. after two incredible powder days. Sunday would proved to be another stellar pow fest on Mt. Mansfield - but I wasn't there.

I had planned on more skiing in March and was eagerly looking forward to another early April trip to Mt. Washington. Especially after the one we had last year.

 

[abc]

My lowest point come late in the season, fortunately. But it is about resort closing. All my checked bags are missing on the flight home in my last trip of the season!

The worst part? The airport hotel forgot my wake up call on the morning of the flight so I had no time to pack. Result? I left my keys in the check bag!!! Fortunately again, I have 2 spare door keys, one at my Mom's place. But I have no spare for the mailbox nor the storage place where my other stuffs are. Arghhhhh!!!

Still waiting for my bags...

Another low point was cracking my ribs against a tree. But surprisingly, my doctor say skiing should be ok (she a skier herself). So the "low" only lasted a couple days (when it hurt quite a bit). After that, Tylanol took the edge off and I was good to go for another 2 weeks!

 

[JasonE]

OK, I have two low points this season:

1) Early March. I've been teaching my 7-year-old niece Maggie to ski all season. She's finally to the point where I felt comfortable bringing her on some harder terrain. We're at Wachusett, and I notice the Vickery Bowl lift is turning. I decide "hey, this is good - no one ever skis over there on weekdays, I don't have to worry about Maggie running into anyone." So we start doing laps on Piece of Cake. About the 3rd lap down, I'm trying to catch up with Maggie (who was FLYING down that hill), and I come down to where PoC merges into Frannie's just above the lift. The snowboarders using the mini-park on Frannie's have pushed down a nice big pile of loose snow down off the hill and it's mounded up just after the trails merge. I hit the pile of snow hard and my right ski decides it wants to go back up-hill again. I do a total yardsale - skis and poles all over the damned hill, and my face buried in the snow. So I slowly get up (yeah... it hurt...), gather my equipment, snap my boots back in, and ski down to where Maggie is sitting behind the lift building a snow castle. She looks up at me and says "took you long enough, I've been sitting here FOREVER!" :evil:

2) Wachusett closing day. I have to be at work for 1, so I'm only planning on skiing until 11:15 or 11:30. I'm on my last run of the season - of the SEASON - and I'm coming down Look Mom - they had broken the terrain park, but the mounds of snow from the jumps were still there. I'm coming down the back-side of one of the mountains of snow, and (just like when I was with Maggie) I hit a large clump of soft snow that had been scraped off by snowboarders coming down the hill. Another damned yardsale. 40 feet from the bottom of the hill. Right where EVERYONE gathered for the pond skimming can see me. Oh, the humanity! Yardsale on my last run of the season.

Ah, well...

Those were the two low points of my season. I can only laugh.