I took my time on the first few laps, exploring the web of cat walks and rolling humps that differentiate the runs at Wilmot. As I got colder, it dawned on me that I wasn't warming up because I was barely skiing. Four turns doesn't get the heart pumping. The rest of the evening I competed with a shorty (who was bombing down the mountain sans turns) to see who could complete the most laps.
Wilmot Mountain: 230' feet, a bunch of fake snow, maybe even some fake mountain, two well-cushioned trees, and a few light bulbs.
2 comments:
Gotta take what you can get. I say you drive to the Mississippi River and get some first descents. I remember there being some steep, rocky cliffs a few hundred feet high dropping down to the river bank. Pillow lines in the quad cities!
Either way, good work getting after it.
JonnyB
You read my mind. I think I'm going to set up a base camp on the banks so I can scope lines. I'll be bootpacking up the cliffs as soon as the big dump rolls in.
I might even practice in the Sheridan Road ravines.
Bnard
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