Got a text from my friend Beata a little before 10 asking if I was on the mountain. Rallied and got there within the hour and skied a few solo laps before linking up with her, Phil, Trish, and their buddy Bob. Coupla group laps before the latter trio bailed for lunch, then Bea and I skied a bit before she needed to break for lunch. I did a solo trip down "Pioneer", swapped skis and met up with Mike G. I ended up pimping a grapefruit from Sarah Smalley and chopped it up about "old school" rap with Alex Baker (kids these days...they think Atmosphere is "old school"!!!). Skied sh!tty slush on "Drifter" before heading back to "East Ridge" and introducing Beata to the Progression Park: she hit a few boxes with a terrified giggle in her throat, but at the bottom asked if we could swing through the park again. She hit the boxes again, this time with empowered laughter. Ended the day with the requisite "Village Run" schuss. Solid.
“The best place in the world to ski is where you’re skiing that day.” — Warren Miller
