Great last day. Non stop skiing, partying and carrying on well into the night. Met Madpatski in line and Gpetrics at the Ubar. Got a shirt from The King. Saw the Chicken, The Bacon Suit, and the Tutu. Rappelled, skied, side-stepped, slid, walked, crossed crevasses and brooks. The wind kept the bugs down, but when one gets in behind your sunglasses, it's almost an emergency. Gorgeous bluebird day. This had to be the best run of spring weekend weather for K in a long time, not a single washout, and a latest in 25 years finish.
Madpatski has quite the running accomplishment, something like 204 consecutive months on skis. He's from Ottawa, and goes to Alberta to catch July - September. Just last week, JC celebrated 3,000 ski days at Killington.
Sure it's crazy to ski on patches accessed by scrambling down rocky ledges. Doesn't it sound already a little crazy to strap boards to your feet and hurl yourself downhill in the freezing cold in exchange for large sums of money? It wasn't the best skiing ever yesterday. It was however, the best skiing for the next 4 months, and the only place to get it (and a T-shirt) with all your crazy friends was right here in Killington Vermont.