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It would have to sit for another day, at least after my conversation with this guy in line at the nursery school ski Swap. He'd just returned from skiing in Australia and was telling me about "man-eating wombats which leap out of gum trees onto unwary skiers" and slash at the jugular vein with deadly efficiency. "Why go there?" I say to myself, we have our own wildlife sanctuary around here at Squaw Valley.
Okay, maybe there isn't that much snow these days at the Olympic resort, but don't kid yourself. No other ski area encompasses itself with such a wide fraternity of world class athletes, aromatic louts, fledgling howlers and fearless matadors. it is so wonderful to be back in the saddle out in the crisp air, with the trees turning gold in waning shadows and the warmth going out of the sunlight and big hot toddys at Balboa as we talk about the Reverse Traverse on Headwall and wondering if we should scam tickets to Heavenly or make the pilgrimage to Mammoth where supposedly snow abounds.
We see a lot of bombs on TV because we watch it a lot more waiting for the weather, now that the days are shorter and shorter and darkness comes so soon. You should have been with me today at Squaw Valley when I finished my ham and eggs and knocked back a beer and picked up my old Atomics and went outside with a fierce kind of joy in my heart to scatter some turns. I was proud to be a ski bum. It felt like returning to a college campus seeing McKittrick up top and Larry Segal and Tom Day with their cameras and all the little South American girls wondering what to do and Dennis the security guy feeding leashless dogs milkbones. Man it was like paradise, you remember that bliss you feel during mid-winter when you feel the mountain sighing in your dreams and chiggering like a big dog?
And speaking of wonderful, I was out on a photo shoot with Mark Sanders and Stephane "Frenchie" Riendeau. Not exactly the most tonar day for going big, but high risk means high pleasure and hanging with those tele-skiing pinwheeling freakhuckers, who chase cliffs the way a dog chases tires, called and crazy, willing to be hit, was as much fun as having groovy sex and nosebleeds at the same time.
Stephane, originally from Mont Tremblant, Quebec, is pumped for his new Tough Guy Production film "Total Telemark V: Sessions. It's a film chock full of Tahoe local pinheads doing very sick pinhead things down rowdy slopes from Norway to Donner Summit.
What a great day! It's getting dark. I'm exhausted. Time to flee home and spin out on the couch. After a full day at Squaw Valley, like I tell the guy at the ski swap, who needs any other kind of wildlife sanctuary? Long live winter, long live Squaw Valley.
Okay, maybe there isn't that much snow these days at the Olympic resort, but don't kid yourself. No other ski area encompasses itself with such a wide fraternity of world class athletes, aromatic louts, fledgling howlers and fearless matadors. it is so wonderful to be back in the saddle out in the crisp air, with the trees turning gold in waning shadows and the warmth going out of the sunlight and big hot toddys at Balboa as we talk about the Reverse Traverse on Headwall and wondering if we should scam tickets to Heavenly or make the pilgrimage to Mammoth where supposedly snow abounds.
We see a lot of bombs on TV because we watch it a lot more waiting for the weather, now that the days are shorter and shorter and darkness comes so soon. You should have been with me today at Squaw Valley when I finished my ham and eggs and knocked back a beer and picked up my old Atomics and went outside with a fierce kind of joy in my heart to scatter some turns. I was proud to be a ski bum. It felt like returning to a college campus seeing McKittrick up top and Larry Segal and Tom Day with their cameras and all the little South American girls wondering what to do and Dennis the security guy feeding leashless dogs milkbones. Man it was like paradise, you remember that bliss you feel during mid-winter when you feel the mountain sighing in your dreams and chiggering like a big dog?
And speaking of wonderful, I was out on a photo shoot with Mark Sanders and Stephane "Frenchie" Riendeau. Not exactly the most tonar day for going big, but high risk means high pleasure and hanging with those tele-skiing pinwheeling freakhuckers, who chase cliffs the way a dog chases tires, called and crazy, willing to be hit, was as much fun as having groovy sex and nosebleeds at the same time.
Stephane, originally from Mont Tremblant, Quebec, is pumped for his new Tough Guy Production film "Total Telemark V: Sessions. It's a film chock full of Tahoe local pinheads doing very sick pinhead things down rowdy slopes from Norway to Donner Summit.
What a great day! It's getting dark. I'm exhausted. Time to flee home and spin out on the couch. After a full day at Squaw Valley, like I tell the guy at the ski swap, who needs any other kind of wildlife sanctuary? Long live winter, long live Squaw Valley.
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