Cabin Update
I'm jumping around with my updates a bit because I haven't had the time or patience to write up the last few episodes. Consider this an aside...
(Picture: An afternoon at the tubing cabin)
Totally Tuesday
It's a Tuesday night in the tubing cabin and it is SILENT. Which isn't a bad thing - I'm aching all over from the past few days on the snow. Truth be told, my over indulgences the last week probably haven't helped either I mean, all this fresh snow is hard work.
To catalogue my woes: my thighs are burning and hamstrings are tight, my shoulders ache and my arms are twingey, my right knee is black and blue, I have scratches all over my hands from ice skates and the cold... oh, and I've managed to get a nasty looking cut and swelling happening on my chin as of yesterday afternoon. Life is pain. Existence is pain. Life is good. I'm feeling alive.
The last week has passed too fast, the weekend was a blur of celebration with the ticket's bowling extravaganza going right off. And since mid-last week we've had almost constant snowfall, which has meant some very nice skiing the last few days. Heck, we're almost up to 300cm, if only visibility would improve some!
Yesterday I was slated for a Gem shift, but they closed down the Gem Lake shift as we had thick fog and winds. Nevertheless, I was shuttled out on stand-by, returning by 1pm to make it on snow only a little later. Almost nobody was out, but the snow was heavy and fresh. Visibility was almost back to December, so thick you have trouble seeing your skis, let alone the next rise approaching at speed. I chanced upon Josh and we crossed through the trees to Black Forest, spending the afternoon speeding down the groomed runs, jumping in and out of trees, dodging branches and popping over the rises and natural rollers.
By 4pm we were pretty tired, but made our way off-run via the trees, cutting new lines in the fresh snow. It was on the home stretch that I found calamity. I hit a straight route through the trees, gathering way too much speed admist branches and bumps. Just short of finding myself back on the main run I realised I was on a collision course for a gap between trees - unfortunately snow had banked up and branches were low. Hoping to blow through I was battered by the branches and one of my skis stuck, launching me forward to bounce on my chest. Looking down I saw blood on the snow. A tactile inspection revealed that my nose was still in the same place, so I figured it was just a cut to the chin.
Of course, I had to go out this morning as well. So now I'm sore all over. Almost falling asleep. Drowsing. There are few customers and the heating is up. It should be a relatively quiet night. Only staff seem to be left on mountain, even though Sam's is holding it's final dress up theme tonight - Geeks and Freaks. .
(Picture: An afternoon at the tubing cabin)Totally Tuesday
It's a Tuesday night in the tubing cabin and it is SILENT. Which isn't a bad thing - I'm aching all over from the past few days on the snow. Truth be told, my over indulgences the last week probably haven't helped either
To catalogue my woes: my thighs are burning and hamstrings are tight, my shoulders ache and my arms are twingey, my right knee is black and blue, I have scratches all over my hands from ice skates and the cold... oh, and I've managed to get a nasty looking cut and swelling happening on my chin as of yesterday afternoon. Life is pain. Existence is pain. Life is good. I'm feeling alive.
The last week has passed too fast, the weekend was a blur of celebration with the ticket's bowling extravaganza going right off. And since mid-last week we've had almost constant snowfall, which has meant some very nice skiing the last few days. Heck, we're almost up to 300cm, if only visibility would improve some!
Yesterday I was slated for a Gem shift, but they closed down the Gem Lake shift as we had thick fog and winds. Nevertheless, I was shuttled out on stand-by, returning by 1pm to make it on snow only a little later. Almost nobody was out, but the snow was heavy and fresh. Visibility was almost back to December, so thick you have trouble seeing your skis, let alone the next rise approaching at speed. I chanced upon Josh and we crossed through the trees to Black Forest, spending the afternoon speeding down the groomed runs, jumping in and out of trees, dodging branches and popping over the rises and natural rollers.
By 4pm we were pretty tired, but made our way off-run via the trees, cutting new lines in the fresh snow. It was on the home stretch that I found calamity. I hit a straight route through the trees, gathering way too much speed admist branches and bumps. Just short of finding myself back on the main run I realised I was on a collision course for a gap between trees - unfortunately snow had banked up and branches were low. Hoping to blow through I was battered by the branches and one of my skis stuck, launching me forward to bounce on my chest. Looking down I saw blood on the snow. A tactile inspection revealed that my nose was still in the same place, so I figured it was just a cut to the chin.
Of course, I had to go out this morning as well. So now I'm sore all over. Almost falling asleep. Drowsing. There are few customers and the heating is up. It should be a relatively quiet night. Only staff seem to be left on mountain, even though Sam's is holding it's final dress up theme tonight - Geeks and Freaks. .
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