Patience

This was a weekend of low spirits - I was SO EXCITED to hit the mountains this weekend for some turns, anxiously counting the hours until Saturday morning and to not go dealt my morale a critical blow. I was in such absolute hold-all-my-calls mode that it never occurred to me that the conditions would totally suck.

And they did as evidenced by a quote from a venerable TGR maggot Buster Highmen - "After bidding doo-doo to M. Schmear, M. Clarke and I traversed into the bc where we found crusty horrors beyond compute." That's right, beyond compute. Yipes.

OK, so no Crystal this weekend. What about a nice trail run? Ehhh, not so much. Turns out to add insult to injury, I have been stricken not only with hover-at-33-degrees-itus but also piriformis syndrome, otherwise know as pain-in-the-but syndrome. So no running to let er rest and heal up for up-hill skinning (hopefully in the not-too-far future).

So this weekend I did some stretching, some drinking, killing more non-native plants in the yard, and I tuned all the skis (again). But the Summit opened, we have mid-week passes, they don't block out Thanksgiving, so on Thursday I AM GOING SKIING. That is all.