Here are Dara, Garrett, Kyla, and Garrett's friend Michael enjoying one of the five beautiful days we had snowboarding. It had snowed 18 inches or so a few days before we got there, and they had just finished clearing the road. Not a cloud in the sky until Wednesday. Dara took the opportunity to brush up on her technique, including a lesson with newcomer and ultra-fast learner Michael. Garrett, who missed the entire season last year, only went briefly the year before (post surgery), and was snowboarding with his continuous 101 degree fever the year before that, jumped back into the action like he had never left it. Kyla and I blazed a few new trails -- literally. We found that by going through some mixed snow and grass and a few trees, we could go down our own private ungroomed trail. Between that and a ravine, we tried to make up for the lost Powder Cat tour opportunity. Plenty of sore muscles and groaning from all parties, but no major injuries to report.
Kirkwood is a pretty laid back place, and it was quite empty once the weekend was past. When Kyla and I were there last year, we spied a group of women posing nude from the waist up. Didn't get a picture of that - sigh. This year we had the golfing ski patrol guy. He was hitting rocks from halfway down a slope. There were quite a few bare spots like this scattered around and generally marked. Also overheard as we got off a lift: "Man, I should be really drunk by the time I make it over there." Nothing like a little liquid courage to improve your snowboarding!
Here are Dara, Garrett, Kyla, and Garrett's friend Michael enjoying one of the five beautiful days we had snowboarding. It had snowed 18 inches or so a few days before we got there, and they had just finished clearing the road. Not a cloud in the sky until Wednesday. Dara took the opportunity to brush up on her technique, including a lesson with newcomer and ultra-fast learner Michael. Garrett, who missed the entire season last year, only went briefly the year before (post surgery), and was snowboarding with his continuous 101 degree fever the year before that, jumped back into the action like he had never left it. Kyla and I blazed a few new trails -- literally. We found that by going through some mixed snow and grass and a few trees, we could go down our own private ungroomed trail. Between that and a ravine, we tried to make up for the lost Powder Cat tour opportunity. Plenty of sore muscles and groaning from all parties, but no major injuries to report.
Kirkwood is a pretty laid back place, and it was quite empty once the weekend was past. When Kyla and I were there last year, we spied a group of women posing nude from the waist up. Didn't get a picture of that - sigh. This year we had the golfing ski patrol guy. He was hitting rocks from halfway down a slope. There were quite a few bare spots like this scattered around and generally marked. Also overheard as we got off a lift: "Man, I should be really drunk by the time I make it over there." Nothing like a little liquid courage to improve your snowboarding!
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