slipnslide
Ski Diva Extraordinaire
I think I am ready to share this trip now that I have finally caught up on my sleep.
A recent article in SKI magazine stated that anyone can take a quick weekend ski jaunt without too much trouble and be back at work on Monday. Well, yes, it is possible to fly across country on a Thursday evening, ski two solid days, and be back at work on Monday. But, only my middle aged carcass was in that chair. My skis followed me home on Tuesday.... I hadn't seen them since I left on Thursday. I had to fight the bureaucracy of DELTA airlines to get rental vouchers and any information on their whereabouts.
But, that is all beside the point. The sleepy cloud through which I viewed Nevada and California last weekend did not dampen my excitement about skiing, nor did the exorbitantly priced Kielbasa eaten for lunch at Heavenly on Friday that laid me out for the rest of the evening with food poisoning. I was up early on Sunday to fight Delta for a second day rental voucher to ski at Squaw Valley. Being an optimist, I must say that I enjoyed the two different ski demos. Friday, I tried the K2 Lotta Luv 153 and found that I have a much easier time keeping my center of mass forward. I could be aggressive on these skis and push them hard. I liken them to an American muscle car, a Ford Mustang, a “Lotta” torque. At Squaw on Saturday, I tried the Volkl 5 Star Attiva 154. These skis rode the bumps nicely, turned on a dime and grabbed the morning ice. Later, as the sun warmed things up into the 50 - 60s, I had to take care not to catch the edges in the soft, sometimes slushy snow. Guys were skiing shirtless and many women stripped down to their tank tops and shorts. The sun was INTENSE, but I loved it. I wore sunscreen, but was sunburned by the end of the weekend.
We took off directly after the slopes closed on Saturday to catch a 7:46 PM flight from Reno to LAX. From there, I half dozed during the 5 hour trip that put me into Charlotte at 6:10 AM Eastern time on Sunday. It was still dark when the airport shuttle dropped me off in the remote parking lot, and I spent 15 minutes searching for my car. Thank goodness for the keychain panic button. The sight of my Subaru was a relief. I sped home and an hour later was in bed only to be awoken by my 18 year old two hours later.
Was it worth it? I am going to try Utah next year.
A recent article in SKI magazine stated that anyone can take a quick weekend ski jaunt without too much trouble and be back at work on Monday. Well, yes, it is possible to fly across country on a Thursday evening, ski two solid days, and be back at work on Monday. But, only my middle aged carcass was in that chair. My skis followed me home on Tuesday.... I hadn't seen them since I left on Thursday. I had to fight the bureaucracy of DELTA airlines to get rental vouchers and any information on their whereabouts.
But, that is all beside the point. The sleepy cloud through which I viewed Nevada and California last weekend did not dampen my excitement about skiing, nor did the exorbitantly priced Kielbasa eaten for lunch at Heavenly on Friday that laid me out for the rest of the evening with food poisoning. I was up early on Sunday to fight Delta for a second day rental voucher to ski at Squaw Valley. Being an optimist, I must say that I enjoyed the two different ski demos. Friday, I tried the K2 Lotta Luv 153 and found that I have a much easier time keeping my center of mass forward. I could be aggressive on these skis and push them hard. I liken them to an American muscle car, a Ford Mustang, a “Lotta” torque. At Squaw on Saturday, I tried the Volkl 5 Star Attiva 154. These skis rode the bumps nicely, turned on a dime and grabbed the morning ice. Later, as the sun warmed things up into the 50 - 60s, I had to take care not to catch the edges in the soft, sometimes slushy snow. Guys were skiing shirtless and many women stripped down to their tank tops and shorts. The sun was INTENSE, but I loved it. I wore sunscreen, but was sunburned by the end of the weekend.
We took off directly after the slopes closed on Saturday to catch a 7:46 PM flight from Reno to LAX. From there, I half dozed during the 5 hour trip that put me into Charlotte at 6:10 AM Eastern time on Sunday. It was still dark when the airport shuttle dropped me off in the remote parking lot, and I spent 15 minutes searching for my car. Thank goodness for the keychain panic button. The sight of my Subaru was a relief. I sped home and an hour later was in bed only to be awoken by my 18 year old two hours later.
Was it worth it? I am going to try Utah next year.
