Allison Williams (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} aliwilliams) wrote,@ 2008-03-17 18:05:00 |
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Happy GREEN day!
Rather sunburnt right now. Not gonna lie. Spent the weekend skiing in the Adirondacks (as you do). Nadia had a friend whose parents own a B&B up there; the parents were on vacation, leaving the B&B empty. As long as we washed our own towels and didn't smoke anything in the house, we were welcome to stay there. (Because they were so awesome, I'll give them a plug: Landon Hill B&B, for all your Adirondack bedding and breakfasting needs.)
So it was a weekend of s'mores in the wood stove, skiing, sleeping, boozing and eating. AWESOME. It was 20 minutes from Gore Mountain ski area, which was just on the right side of the charming/provincial divide. First day was sunny enough to make me almost forget that I'm a total ski snob about decent snow and, uh, real black diamonds. Fell in love with my demo skis until I discovered they were 800 bucks. And I broke my ski poles in half in a chairlift ... incident. Oops. Chatted up some people in the gondola (it's what you do on lift rides, people, skiing's a social sport) and met a chick who went to Capital High School — Oly's rival school — and graduated the same year as me. Now an opera singer in the city. Her mother was in my mom's book club, natch.
Second day, slush and clouds. In the afternoon I decided to take a snowboarding lesson — something I can never force myself to do when there's good snow. My instructor was 17 years old. Wearing electric blue braces. Amazing. I think I've finally picked up the whole snowboarding thing, and all I need is practice now. I'm reeeeeeeally impatient on skis, so now if I go with beginners up to a mountain I can rent a snowboard rather than ditching my friends.
The Bed & Breakfast: a Civil War-era house that later served as a way station for bootleggers coming from Canada. Every night we'd make dinner that was served on a big dining room table. With serving spoons and cloth napkins. Like real, honest-to-goodness people eat.
A Gore Mountain chairlift. What can I say, I didn't take many people pictures. Just the pretty, er, chairlifts.
Coworker Mike gives a wave. I dug his red snowboarding boots.
Wondering what to get me for my birthday? $800 skis wouldn't suck. Don't splurge on the poles though.
One of the warning signs for a double black run. Three funny things: 1) "Don't let ANYONE make a decision for you." Yeah, Smokey the Bear says only you can prevent sliding down on your butt. 2) "Be prepared for the UNEXPECTED." Which is awesomely one step away from the grammatical joy of "Expect the unexpected." And 3) This run is a West Coast black diamond, tops.
Rather sunburnt right now. Not gonna lie. Spent the weekend skiing in the Adirondacks (as you do). Nadia had a friend whose parents own a B&B up there; the parents were on vacation, leaving the B&B empty. As long as we washed our own towels and didn't smoke anything in the house, we were welcome to stay there. (Because they were so awesome, I'll give them a plug: Landon Hill B&B, for all your Adirondack bedding and breakfasting needs.)
So it was a weekend of s'mores in the wood stove, skiing, sleeping, boozing and eating. AWESOME. It was 20 minutes from Gore Mountain ski area, which was just on the right side of the charming/provincial divide. First day was sunny enough to make me almost forget that I'm a total ski snob about decent snow and, uh, real black diamonds. Fell in love with my demo skis until I discovered they were 800 bucks. And I broke my ski poles in half in a chairlift ... incident. Oops. Chatted up some people in the gondola (it's what you do on lift rides, people, skiing's a social sport) and met a chick who went to Capital High School — Oly's rival school — and graduated the same year as me. Now an opera singer in the city. Her mother was in my mom's book club, natch.
Second day, slush and clouds. In the afternoon I decided to take a snowboarding lesson — something I can never force myself to do when there's good snow. My instructor was 17 years old. Wearing electric blue braces. Amazing. I think I've finally picked up the whole snowboarding thing, and all I need is practice now. I'm reeeeeeeally impatient on skis, so now if I go with beginners up to a mountain I can rent a snowboard rather than ditching my friends.
The Bed & Breakfast: a Civil War-era house that later served as a way station for bootleggers coming from Canada. Every night we'd make dinner that was served on a big dining room table. With serving spoons and cloth napkins. Like real, honest-to-goodness people eat.
A Gore Mountain chairlift. What can I say, I didn't take many people pictures. Just the pretty, er, chairlifts.
Coworker Mike gives a wave. I dug his red snowboarding boots.
Wondering what to get me for my birthday? $800 skis wouldn't suck. Don't splurge on the poles though.
One of the warning signs for a double black run. Three funny things: 1) "Don't let ANYONE make a decision for you." Yeah, Smokey the Bear says only you can prevent sliding down on your butt. 2) "Be prepared for the UNEXPECTED." Which is awesomely one step away from the grammatical joy of "Expect the unexpected." And 3) This run is a West Coast black diamond, tops.
