So we went up and let Joe take a few practice runs to see how he'd handle it. He did surprisingly well, shockingly well, in fact. He made good turns and quickly picked up the mechanics of it all. I enjoyed having him along because he's slower, and it makes me feel like a really fast skier.
We skied down 49 several times tonight before we decided to call it good. Snow fell all night and the drive back was slow, but at least it was beautiful. I think I need to head up to the mountain again sometime. And at night.
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ot for years have I visited the ski hill under cover of darkness. To make turns under the artificial lights is an experience rare and somewhat treasured.
Joe, who hasn't skied for 5 years or so, went with me to pick up Steve from his house. The three of us began to head north and snow began falling. Slick snow, apparently, as we witnessed 7 or so slide-offs of big four wheel drive vehicles.
We made it to 49 Degrees North, where they offered free night skiing in exchange for two cans of food. This is a very good deal. A very, very good deal. Free.