If it's a Saturday, it must be time to head to Monarch. Right?
Well, it seemed that way. So, off I went. I'd missed the real powder day, which was the Friday. The kids were off school, and Nikki had to work. Luckily, there wasn't a lot of snow in Woodland Park (a few inches), but Monarch got more than a foot. It was also the end of the Christmas holiday and I was hoping that most of the tourists would've headed home. No such luck.
For the first time, I only loaded one set of skis into the car. It took me an extra half hour to get to the ski area, as I got stuck behind slower traffic. Once I got there, things weren't so bad, I guess.
There was a good coverage of new snow in most places, but it had already been skied on quite a bit. There was nothing that looked like untracked powder. In fact, all of the green runs, and most of the blues had been groomed, which was still a little disappointing. I guess that it was still holiday season.
I did get some good runs in, but I'm still struggling. I still don't feel like I can effectively control both my weight and my skis, which is rather annoying. I'm also having problems keeping my feet warm, and stopping my toes from "going to sleep". I can't decide whether its a technique issue, or an equipment issue. I'm guessing that its a combination of both. In the end, I think that I need to o and see the folks at the Ski Shop to look at the boots, and probably book a lesson or two. Let's see where that takes us.
Anyway, there were no problems with getting up the driveway today, which is a good thing. It has to be said, the adventure last week was one of the more embarassing things that's happened since we've lived here. Oh well, everyone gets to screw up once in a while. I guess that I did it when everyone could see. I am still alive, though. In the end, there was no lasting damage.
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