A tough weekend, albeit initially enjoyable.
I drove to North creek, NY, in the Adirondacks Friday afternoon. The drive was easy but, despite a late morning nap, I arrived tired.
After an excellent dinner and an overnight in a fine hotel, spent some of Saturday playing "travel writer," talking to locals about what's happening in North Creek (good stuff—see Good Scene at Gore Mt. & North Creek NY), then went up to the ski hill.
I drove to North creek, NY, in the Adirondacks Friday afternoon. The drive was easy but, despite a late morning nap, I arrived tired.
After an excellent dinner and an overnight in a fine hotel, spent some of Saturday playing "travel writer," talking to locals about what's happening in North Creek (good stuff—see Good Scene at Gore Mt. & North Creek NY), then went up to the ski hill.
- Snow: good.
- Weather: decent (25 degrees, mostly sunny, some wind at the top).
- Ski legs: terrible.
It was a four-run day, divided by lunch, with my quads screaming all the way, and my energy sapped by midway on run two.
Spent the night at Phil and Brigitte Johnson's, friends who live north of Albany. Much shivering; couldn't get warm. Bothersome, this was—it just hadn't been that cold on the hill, and I hadn't been out there all that long.
Drove home Sunday morning, immediately went into nap mode, and felt like crap the rest of the day. Most of which was spent sleeping or trying to sleep.
At least I got to watch the Dallas Cowboys lose while I lay there.
I'm not sure what I expected to happen when I finally tried to ski in earnest. But, to be frank, I am not encouraged.
And tomorrow: Shots! Well, I do know what to expect from that.
Sorry to sound so glum. But, I am at the moment.
Spent the night at Phil and Brigitte Johnson's, friends who live north of Albany. Much shivering; couldn't get warm. Bothersome, this was—it just hadn't been that cold on the hill, and I hadn't been out there all that long.
Drove home Sunday morning, immediately went into nap mode, and felt like crap the rest of the day. Most of which was spent sleeping or trying to sleep.
At least I got to watch the Dallas Cowboys lose while I lay there.
I'm not sure what I expected to happen when I finally tried to ski in earnest. But, to be frank, I am not encouraged.
And tomorrow: Shots! Well, I do know what to expect from that.
Sorry to sound so glum. But, I am at the moment.
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