I knew it was going to be a great weekend of skiing, so I spent Friday night carbo loading at Boris’s beer potluck. The idea is to bring a tasty beer, and share with your friends.
A hand full of cake.
Boris, the sneaky f**king Russian.
I passed out on the floor for 45 minutes, and woke up at 5:30am to go skiing on the Duffey. Why bother sleeping? That’s what long November nights at huts are for.
We skied some amazing hero snow at Cerise Creek. And there wasn’t almost nobody else here. Well there were two Quebecois, but Pete think we scared them away with his tax mitigation lecture in the hut.
It started off with just the keeners, Jay Laura, her two dogs, Sarah, and I breaking trail up to the Keith Flavelle hut.
Unfortunately somebody left the door open. Clearing out the hut dug into our skiing time on Saturday afternoon.
The rest of the group, Lena Jacqui Pete and Kristen showed up later that afternoon.
The next morning we went back up the ridge behind the hut, for some amazing skiing.
I don’t think Jay ever turns, he just goes really fast. Must be that AT setup.
Jay, going at full speed
Now you see him,
Now you don’t.
Jay again, with his photo-slut jacket
Lena, with another great jacket!
Kristen skinning up for another run in hero snow in the Cerise Creek area. If you look closely, you can make out the tracks on the slope below Joffre. We skied that slope three times.
Pete deep in the white room. Must be better than the office. At least I hope so.
Sarah wishes she was skiing coastal cement instead
Lena on the final run up.
Pete shredding the sick sick gnar in the white room. The ski out of Cerise Creek was a bit heinous, with some pretty nasty snow close to the car. We made it to the car just as it got dark, perfect timing!