Standing outside the Alpine Center, which could be confused with a flimsy yurt, we took some pictures of our rapidly deteriorating day away from reality.
We passed some woman who could barely remain upright on her cross country skis as we made our way to the yurt. Now that's funny, except we have that problem without any wind. The yurt master, evidently the resident head cheese, eye-balled us warily. He seemed to think that we looked like newbies, which we are, and figured we were about ready to do something stupid and venture out, which we most definitely were not. He gravely advised us that snow bombs were falling out of the trees that were still standing up. Many of the trees had evidently succumbed to the wind and were blocking the trails. Oh, and the ski patrol is calling it a day too, so if we go out we will be on our own. Oh, and the power is out all across the mountain, which we didn't notice because, you guessed it, we're standing in a yurt. I blankly accepted his diatribe, not that I needed ANY convincing, and thanked him very much. It seemed funny to me that the ski patrol was packing it in. Isn't this the very time that idiots get themselves in to Darwinesque situations and require the AID of the ski patrol? We looked around the yurt, confirmed that it was, in fact, a yurt, and headed for the Jeep.
One last picture of our plight was taken because, on some later date, it will be hilarious that we drove for a couple of hours, rented a small fortune in gear, had no physical activity whatsoever, bought warm socks, and managed to pick the one day to go skiing for the first time in 11 years that we couldn't go skiing.
And we're driving again, trying to beat everyone else off of the mountain...yippee! All joking aside, Heidi and I had a great time. We always do!
