What the hell? That's what I say about the boarder patrol getting into policing the Bear parking lot entrance. I felt like I was going in and out of Mexico. Give me a break. They corral us into a tiny drinking area where we can't even hear the band. On top of that they have muzak coming from some bar speaker. Why can't we be more like the Alps: throw your skis on the ground, walk all over every ones gear, find a lounge chair in the snow facing the sun, demand a white wine, and do it all while you are decked in Armani. I was lucky to get a stinking Budwiser and find a seat on a bench under a Bud banner while a girl in a Giants jacket blew smoke in my face.
I would give today a ()1/2 because (like a women in the parking lot reminded me) at least we had sun and at least I was skiing. It was colder than I expected today. Luckily I threw an extra coat in the truck. The mountain was dangerously skied off and chalk boardie. Bear was really the only place to ski because it was the most in the sun. We managed to get 10 sliding runs in. It's supposed to be warmer tomorrow. If that happens the snow would be great. Of course a nice dumping would also do the trick. Rain is in the forecast for Monday but maybe it will be snow instead. That would be a nice surprise:)
Sarah
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OK, I read it. Only comment is, like the women in the parking lot said, be thankful, be happy. (Or ment to say)
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