Last night Kevin and I went to Roundtop for the first run of the season. The temperature was in the low 20s but the wind chill brought it down to about zero. On top of that, they were blowing snow all night, so at times your goggles would freeze over. It felt as if you were being sandblasted, lol. But the conditions otherwise were great, the snow fairly light and not too many icy spots. Our friends from Alaska are down for a week and we’re going out with them on Wednesday again. They live in Nome, so they don’t get to ski unless they choose to fly to Anchorage and visit a site near there (an expensive proposition when you figure in flights, hotels, etc.).
It took a few runs, but it pretty much came back, though I’m still not as confident as I’d like to be. I could hardly get out of bed this morning. Skiing in those conditions really takes it out of you, and I awoke more tired than when I went to bed! Of course my shins are sore, too (it takes a while to get them used to the boots). We have a night pass over there and hope to get out a couple of nights a week. I think I can suspend my Skier’s Edge exercise as long as I do that (there’s no substitute for the real thing!). One must be careful, though, at my age. My knees aren’t what they used to be, and my right one still “talks to me” on occasion (I twisted it in a fall a couple of years ago). Oh to be young again :)