Bitterly cold, we opened the New Year with another ski-in to the little Teanaway Gaurd Station.
Sweet fresh snow, unexpected clear skies, and warm enough to take off my hat. Throw in good pals, new challenges, and being at Cypress Mountain and it’s easy to see why I suggested to everyone, “Let’s call in sick on Monday!”
The forest service maintains several cabins for rental. Many are decommissioned fire stations or logging huts. In Washington State, they are booked months in advance.
Vic and Mieko are ski-bunnies. Cypress Mountain, site of the 2010 Olypmic moguls and free-style, was their 5th weekend in a row skiing. RAD-i-cal!
So I can’t take the subway there: I am fine with that. It’s nice to be skiing in the Cascades again.
Done with skiing, we slogged home through the rain, ate pasta, said goodbye to Mike, and took a nap: the perfect end to our day. And then… Mike came back…when I awoke: Hilbert space!
Everyday seems to be a “Snow Day” but I still have to get to work. It’s a new thing for me!
Gee whiz, what I would not do for a big band and a dash of style.