TOP: Kathy with a Yeti that she came upon on the trail (NOTE: She does NOT have snowshoes on...those are her real feet size)
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2nd: Peter taking yet another break on the trail. He apparently smelled a snack on the ground
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3rd: Kathy guiding a still inebriated Judy along the trail. The cosmo's on friday night clearly took their toll.
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4th: Lumpy making another world-class skiing move, jumping the creek at speed.
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After a stunning breakfast put on by Judy (a block of chocolate with a light dusting of pancake flour on it, coupled with bear/mountain goat/elk sausages), we headed out for the trailhead. Peter, Jan, Koz, and I were XC skiing, while Gill, Kathy, Judy, and Joel were snowshoeing. Fran waited in the cabin for her paramour to arrive...she apparently had a thing for the cabin rental guy. What a sexpot.
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The skiers headed out on one trail, the snowshoers on another. Apparently we choose correctly, as their trail was an endless series of Fast running, ice cold creek crossings. Kathy, not being an outdoorsman, thought that you name the creeks based upon water speed, so the quickly became the "F'N creeks"....as in "Not another F'N creek". "I hated that F'N creek". "If I fall into another F'N creek I'm going to kill someone".
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Meanwhile we had tons of fun. Trails were nicely groomed, Peter only fell (or stopped for snacks) about every 3-4 minutes, and the snowmobilers were quite courteous, waving as they went by us at 80mph. My highlight was the airborne creek crossing, where I was going downslope, toward one of Kathy's F'N creeks, and realized that there was no way I was going to (a) jump it or (b) stop beforehand. Luckily the ground turn upward just a bit before the creek edge, and I stopped with my ski tips out over the water. As I was about to launch into my "Allah Akbah" chant, I completely lost my balance and just fell right over, missing the creek by inches. From now on I'm praying to Darwin.
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We played for over 3 hours, and got back to the lodge totally exhausted. Fran was just finishing up with the cabin boy (albeit the woodstove was burning nicely), the Koz's were fast asleep (irrespective of the noises coming out of their bedroom), and the rest of us ate every bit of Fran's chicken soup and Lumpy's chili in the cabin. About 8,000 calories apiece I think.
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On to cards tonite, then more snowshoeing tomorrow before heading home. Gotta love those Big Chill Weekends!
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"Nice (ski) Tips" Lumpy out
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