Okay, so it's not really Saturday, it's Wednesday. But my days off fall in the middle of the week, so it's Saturday for me - make sense?
I knew it was probably going to be an epic ski day because I had already checked the weather/snow report/live temperatues/avalanche report on my favourite website of all time, www.whistlerblackcomb.com . But I just couldn't get myself moving!
So instead, I decided it would be a great day to spend with my man's dog, O. So I skiined up my skis, loaded my backpack, and O and I started trekking up the road. At the very top of my street is a ski-out, which you're usually supposed to ski down. But I skinned up for about a half hour, with O diligently trotting along (with one very long stop when he decided to dig up a petrified banana peel and ignore all of my calls to keep going).
After making it up the hill a while, it was time to put away the skins and ski back down, chasing O the whole way. All in all, a great day off!
