Killington

Day 86: Killington

If the worst thing about your day is that your Tipsy Elves radical leggings didn’t arrive in time to ski @killingtonmtn then I think life must be pretty good.

I have had a Bloody Mary jones in the worst way this week. Normally, they are absolutely vile to me, but something about the Killington ones just works.

Met up with some friends (Nichelle, Bobby, and Mike) and did some runs. Superstar is skiing top to bottom, no walking required. There are definitely rocks and ice on the headwall. So you either commit to sending it over them or proceed cautiously in picking your way; there is no in between.

The headwall is becoming challenging. When the head of Magic Mountain ski school acknowledges that, it’s pretty validating.

It’s easier to avoid the rocks once you leave the headwall. The challenge then was more just the soft snow and huge bumps, though some rocks did peek through toward the last stretch at the bottom, where you don’t want to fall lest you be heckled. It’s becoming kind of a Tuckerman lunch rocks vibe on the deck at the base.

Late spring is so great at Killington because it’s just diehard skiers like yourself. You’re not judged. No one is saying, “Give it up already” or “You’re crazy to be doing that right now.” It’s just your people.

I also love it when people recognize each other from @northeastskiology because you realize what a small community it is—you know, like being a lesbian.

Did my usual beer run at @ktowndeli . I don’t really drink these beers myself as much as I love giving my friends good beer and seeing them enjoy it. I’m kind of a benevolent DIPA fairy. Just don’t make fun of my huge backpack because that’s what’s holding the gifts.