I had a great weekend. On Saturday, my cooworker Jarrod and I went to Mt. Baker to ski. Just driving there was an experience. 20 miles from the mountain there is no snow and it is raining. Then the snow just starts rising. By the time you reach to parking lot, the snow is 10 feet deep. Its hard to tell where you are because of the walls of snow everywhere. The actual skiing was fun, but rough for me. It was like learning to ski all over again and I had a hard time staying on the surface. My skills and skis were not up to the job. It was fun in the fact that I could do absolutely no wrong regardless of whether I was on my boards or somersaulting through the snow.
After lunch, disaster struck...Jarrod bit it hard on a packed run and broke his collarbone. Sorry dude. So the day ended on a sour note, but I'll be back for more.
Sunday dawned sunny and warm! This was the first sunny day I've seen in a while, so I went out for a road ride. I was having fun cooking up and down some good hills, but once again the tables turned. Flat. Had a pump, but no tube or patch kit. Long 5 mile walk home.
Sorry I don't have any pics of the travels and tribulations. Here's Sunday dinner though...thanks for the recipe Deb and Doug! Happy B-day btw.
Oh yeah, and here's a pic of one brave cat. This is taken straight out my second floor window. Curiosity did what to the wha?
2 comments:
Sounds like fun. I had a friend who said a couple of times at Mt. Baker the snow was so deep you could spray the people on the chairlift below...
Kitty!
This is great info to know.
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