On Friday afternoon, Holly* picked Chris & I up at the apartment and we hit the road by peak traffic time, stopping along the way at Tim Horton/Wendy's (talk about fusion cuisine!) for dinner. We made it to the condo a little before Jeff* & Justin arrived with twenty-four cans of Natural Light. We had some drinks, piled into the hot tub, and walked into the village to hang out at Citta (maybe not in that order).
By Saturday morning, snow was falling. This weather left slopes incredible and fresh, but the visibility was nonexistent. Riding the lifts, I couldn't even distinguish between the
sky and the mountain. I started off riding pretty well, but by the afternoon my legs let me know that they weren't in good enough shape to keep up with Chris, Justin, & Jeff. Accepting this, Holly & I decided to quit an hour early. We stayed out long enough to see the clouds unexpectedly burn off to reveal the amazing scenery and blue skies.
We rode all the way back to the village, changed our clothes, and retuned to meet the gang for (legendary) nachos & beer at La Bocca. Chris & I picked up groceries on the way home. After relaxing in the hot tub and napping, we made pasta & vegetables for dinner and watched part of P-Tex, Lines, and Videotape. We took a quick stroll through the village, but everyone was too tired to hit the town (apparently we missed a filming of Girls Gone Wild at Garfinkle's); so it was an early night.
... and an early morning. We needed to pack up the cars before hitting the slopes to make the check-out deadline. Occasionally we were in the clouds, but it was much clearer on the mountain. We put in about a half day before returning for burgers and the ride home.
also of (random) note:
I'm convinced that the Canadian government actively recruits its country's most docile and friendly people to work in border towns. On several occasions when paying for merchandise, we didn't have the correct change. This was not a problem for any cashier -- each insisted that the difference was negligble as we looked for ways to pay. Percentage wise, the biggest "discount" was 23 cents on a $1.66 purchase. This aversion to correct change only increases the appeal of living in Canada.
I have a pretty terrible sense of direction / I should've looked at the trail map. Once on each day I made a wrong turn and found myself far from the group.
my iTrip worked remarkably well to keep us entertained on the long drives.
There is food stand near the gondola that sells "Beaver Tails." We almost left without trying one, but came to our senses at the last minute. These creations are vaguely like elephant ears except less bubbly and made of whole & cracked wheat dough. Ours was topped with chocolate hazelnut on one half & maple on the other. I guess they're sort of a wonderful crepe-elephant ear hybrid in the shape of a beaver tail (surprise).
It is much easier to sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag after a few rounds of drinks.
I only took four pictures. Mostly because I didn't want to hurt myself or my camera on the slopes.
* People I met for the first time during this trip.