We went for it. Alone, just the two of us, we poled across the beautiful and quiet mountain top on a narrow path, and then the terrain grew steeper. We made our turns. The terrain got steeper. We made our turns. The terrain got steeper. There was a hell wind howling up the across the trail. Mieke led the way in. I dove into the particulate blast, and I became a warrior. It's on baby! We turned and turned and turned and slid a bit and turned and then it was over. On the run out to the lift - pure exhilaration. Wow! We did it! And we did it in style! Check it off the list. Fear conquered!
The rest of the day was fantastic. We skied Racer's Edge for the first time, the only lower mountain double black. They'd been blowing snow on it all morning, and it was deep and powdery and fun as hell. We revisited Upper K-27, a run that nearly gave me the runs the first time we tried it, and it seemed easy and fun. To bring it back to the gear, those extra 20-30 minutes on the mountain were the gateway to an experience (a mountain) we'd never known. A peaceful, uncrowded, pristine white carpeted heaven for which we were finally prepared.
Here's the Favorites:
Food - Thinly Sliced Boiled Ham and Swiss with Balade Butter and Ghent Mustard on Whole Wheat made the perfect apres-ski recharger. Also, sometimes it takes a cold frosty beverage to warm you up - Saranac Pale Ale. Always drink the local beer when you are in the mountains!
Exercise - Double Black Diamonds. As much as you can handle. Make sure you stretch the quads before the drive home.