what’s a boy supposed to do?
March 7, 2011
A couple Saturdays ago Holden and I went to Snowbird to take advantage of the second 4 foot storm in a week.
Unfortunately, Holden got off the first lift, dropped into the trees, made a turn, and lost a ski. We never found it.
A couple of good samaritans came by and helped us look for a while, then the guy said “I guess you have to call the ski patrol. It’s too far down to hike, and they’ll bring you a ski you can use to get down.”
Holden and I looked at each other and smirked. “I’m not gonna let a lost ski cost me a run. Thanks. Bye.”
I got Holden out on his Mom’s skis this morning. We do like skiing a foot of fresh. I think deep powder days outnumber regular old days like ten to one this year.