"No bookbags!" What, I said? "You can't bring your bookbag on the lift." Right. I consider skiing with a backpack to be one of my unalienable rights, up there with voting, free speech, and government-monitored chicken processing. So when the ski patrol at Elk Mountain said 'no' I was fully intending to have a bad day. (How can you have a good day without your TrapperKeepers, Math 8 textbooks, and Joe Montana-themed pencil set? That's what I must have in a bookbag, right?) Instead, Elk proved to be a blast - an edge-to-edge, up-and-down riot. Damn. Jenelle was out for her first day in new gear and turned many literal and figurative corners. At one point I looked up and she was locked in on both B2s, spray coming off rear tips, with a skier-brand grin on her face. That's a good day.
I should probably also say that it was 7 degrees when we stepped out of the Vibe and never crossed 20.
Monday, January 21, 2008