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How ?bout a little flower power?
It?s June in CO.
It?s a beautiful day. Don?t let it get away.
You, too.
I can?t sing, but I?ve got soul.
Sole?
Walk on.
That?s Tricky Alex. ?Franz? of the ?Hans and Franz? line on a certain hockey team. One of two Czech wingers that just plain kicks ass on the ice. But how would he do on something softer?
I normally wouldn?t ski something like this with someone whom I?ve never seen ski.
But before taking our first shift on skates, his lack of ego about time spent in Chamonix gave me a pretty good impression that no worries would be necessary. In fact, I found that he skis pretty. Very pretty.
Nice, now back to the beginning.
Two weeks ago, we were s?pos?da ski Tractor Bowl off Hoosier Pass. Lack of freezing temps overnight turned us away. Last week, rain was falling as we pulled in to the lot at Stephen C West Arena in Breck for the off-season, early am hockey scrimmage. Skiing cancelled. Played our first summer game the next night, won big, and hoped for next week.
Today, June 7.
After puck-time, things look good. We climb the mountain despite tired legs.
Under a sky playing the western blues. On the way up, an encounter with Miss Candy-hat herself had us wondering what synchronicities had played a hand here.
It?s been a long time since I did the stroll.
Long lost ski partner Mir was walking away from what she described as ?perfect snow? on the ?prettiest line? and wished us a good time. Oh, and by the way, ?don?t mess up my tracks.? LOL.
That?s me, about to mess up her tracks. (cool little wet-slide to the left, fyi) While it was never our intent to add to her artwork, we did just that in the end. After searching to and fro, that line just looked the best. So we skied it, too.
And baby, baby, baby, do you like it?
Yeah.
And then there was the bonus vert. The additional 200? or so of perfect corn dropping down to the lake. From where an easy walk (no uphill!) back to the car awaited. Mmmmm. Snowfields?.
After that, our walk back brought us full circle to the place we started. To where the beer was buried in the snow, and back to the flower.
Yowser!
It?s June in CO.
It?s a beautiful day. Don?t let it get away.
You, too.
I can?t sing, but I?ve got soul.
Sole?
Walk on.
That?s Tricky Alex. ?Franz? of the ?Hans and Franz? line on a certain hockey team. One of two Czech wingers that just plain kicks ass on the ice. But how would he do on something softer?
I normally wouldn?t ski something like this with someone whom I?ve never seen ski.
But before taking our first shift on skates, his lack of ego about time spent in Chamonix gave me a pretty good impression that no worries would be necessary. In fact, I found that he skis pretty. Very pretty.
Nice, now back to the beginning.
Two weeks ago, we were s?pos?da ski Tractor Bowl off Hoosier Pass. Lack of freezing temps overnight turned us away. Last week, rain was falling as we pulled in to the lot at Stephen C West Arena in Breck for the off-season, early am hockey scrimmage. Skiing cancelled. Played our first summer game the next night, won big, and hoped for next week.
Today, June 7.
After puck-time, things look good. We climb the mountain despite tired legs.
Under a sky playing the western blues. On the way up, an encounter with Miss Candy-hat herself had us wondering what synchronicities had played a hand here.
It?s been a long time since I did the stroll.
Long lost ski partner Mir was walking away from what she described as ?perfect snow? on the ?prettiest line? and wished us a good time. Oh, and by the way, ?don?t mess up my tracks.? LOL.
That?s me, about to mess up her tracks. (cool little wet-slide to the left, fyi) While it was never our intent to add to her artwork, we did just that in the end. After searching to and fro, that line just looked the best. So we skied it, too.
And baby, baby, baby, do you like it?
Yeah.
And then there was the bonus vert. The additional 200? or so of perfect corn dropping down to the lake. From where an easy walk (no uphill!) back to the car awaited. Mmmmm. Snowfields?.
After that, our walk back brought us full circle to the place we started. To where the beer was buried in the snow, and back to the flower.
Yowser!
