|Winter Park at the very top|
Did I tell you I got new skis last summer? After the debacle that was the end of last ski season, I purchased skis, bindings, and boots at Sports Authorities going-out-of business sale, and got a ridiculously good deal on all the gear I needed not to look like an idiot this season. And, bonus, the skis were K-2s, albeit not the same K-2's I demoed (but good enough!), along with Salomon bindings and boots.
For this season, I purchased a 4-pack of passes to Winter Park, as my mom was coming out to ski that mountain (and I suspect has already purchased passes for next year - that woman loves that ski hill like no other). I skied two days with her when she and my dad were here, and then wedged in two other days of skiing. That was harder to do with our schedule than I anticipated - with "stuff" popping up all over the place, which meant I used my last pass just a day or two before the resort closed for the year.
|Relaxing in the sun|
The third trip was a solo trip for me, taking a day off work and heading up to quiet slopes and pristine conditions. It was sunny and temperate, so much so that I slogged back to my car around lunch time and ditched my inner layers. I skied and 10 minutes or so just sitting in the sun in a lounge chair at the top.
The fourth was as close to the end of the season as one could get. No snow in the parking lot and I skied in just my jacket's shell with a t-shirt underneath - no need for anything else. Spring skiing apparently has a cult following that I didn't understand until I was on the slopes. It was light traffic on a Sunday on the hills, but those who came out, came out in style. And by "style" I mean animal costumes, tutus and pirate outfits. At 9am I was already skiing by beer cans and Fireball shot containers on the slopes. Spring skiing took all kinds, including the grown man in the Cookie Monster costume complete with 3 ft diameter head.
|Uncle Sam on skis|
By 1pm, it had gotten so warm that it was like skiing through wet sand. I tried for a bit longer, but got worried that it was sticking so bad (and I had fallen a couple of times - something I hadn't done my other three days) that I figured it was time to be done for the season, and not go out injured. So I headed back, past the "ski-dive" competition, where the resort set up a course that involved skiing downhill and then ending in a big pool of water...
And that was it for 2017. Looking forward to next year already!
|Unicorn on skis|
|Cookie Monster on a snowboard|