January 13th, 2011: Thursday Night Skiing

Yeah, the mountains were actually mountains in California. And, yeah, fresh snow didn't just mean that it was cold enough to make snow. But... I was never able to cut out of the office at 3pm to get some weeknight turns.

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:

Anonymous said...

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

Bernard Rocca said...

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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