After we had opened a heap load of books it was time to head to the Revelstoke ski hill in perfect weather and great snow. As the turkey slowly cooked in the oven Clive, Chris and I raced down the mountain over and over again. The views were staggering and the weather perfect. What a great great Christmas. A Big Thanks to Chris and Shona for making it so fantastic.
Waiting on Turkey and other good stuff to eat.
Bragging Rights to Avalanche Crest
Definately some kangaroo hops in this boys blood although I don't suppose a kangaroo ever really saw snow. Exuberance in a body.
Yeah I can actually link a few turns. Yahoo
Clive - has the original go faster genes that he generously passed on to his kids.
POWDER - note smith goggles and Salomon suit and gear - thanks to the sponsors
Ohmigod these trees are tight.
My son dug a pit and said that the top foot might slough off but not to worry just turn from side to side. Yikes I thought I was going to die! Still the first couple of turns were good then into the abyss. I hoped he remembered there was no way I could fly off a cliff. My limbs are definately firmly attached to the earth.
There's the road - a way down there! Suddenly I remembered the last time I had skied with Chris at Whistler when I tumbled head over heels down a vertical slope for what felt like an eternity. And here I was again - too late!
It was a spectacular up track. I love blue sky days particularly on Christmas eve. Funny there did not seem to any Malls within a 100 Kilometres. I like it.
Chris ambling up the mountain with great ease while I suck great globs of air and feel like my lungs are about to explode.
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