Ski Bunny

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Sunday, February 4, 2007

It was time I finally starting paying attention to the fact that I live in Canada!  So a bunch of us went up to Cypress Mountain, about 30 minutes from where I live, and went skiing for the day. So close to my door! Was great fun though very tiring. I haven't been skiing since Fort William and I'm not so sure I could have called that snow.  It was quite the workout and on Monday had me gingerly walking around.
 
Cypress is, according to the locals, a dodgy local mountain not good for much. For me it was huge and very steep! Even the bunny runs are steep! I did manage to ski from top to bottom of the mountain several times though. The views were stunning, you could see back to Vancouver and over to Horseshoe Bay where the ferries leave from.

There was one incident involving a fall. I somehow landed on my back and looked up to see Jules just in front of me and he had seen it all. He was yelling "its alright Emma" but as soon as he saw I was fine he started laughing. At least he waited to check.. I asked him if it had at least been a graceful fall, the answer to that is no.  Still, early on in the day a squirrel had run in front of Jules and he had clipped it with his skis!  He said he looked back and it looked like it was injured. Not sure whether to believe him or not and we went back on the next run to check on it but it was gone.

At the end of the day I let the other skiers escape and head off to some black runs.  I was very tired but still skiing when I got a text saying "we are in the pub, come on down" I was right at the top of the mountain and I have never skied so fast. To tired to try and slow down and too eager for that jug of beer I knew was waiting!

Adam and I had bought some new gloves in the morning to face the mountain cold. It was a really warm day though so I clipped mine to the side of my (new) ski pants. End of the day where were my gloves? Lost. No doubt somewhere with the many other things I have lost in my travels. I'm sure one day we will all be reunited and I will never need to buy another item of clothing again.
 
My day at Cypress though hardly prepared me for Whistler. Whistler/Blackcomb is huge, huge, huge. One run had us catching lifts to get to the top for 50 minutes! It just never stopped. In fact I think Adam may have heard me whining that in a rather petulant tone all the way down the mountain. I was so tired at the end of the day there were moments of sideways skiing and giant snowplows, anything just to get off the mountain! The view from the top though was amazing.  It was a cloudy day so you couldn't even see the bottom but all around you, just realizing how high up we were was awe inspiring.  Skiing on powder snow was great too, tiring, but great. A real change from the usual icy runs I'm used to!
 
Unfortunately there was another moment with a fall. I was so tired I could hardly move my legs and fell flat on my back, slid for several meters and then Tracey had to lift me back up as I was too tired to move.  This was sadly witnessed by Jules, Brad, Adam and Tracey - well if you are going to fall you may as well share it! (Thank goodness the boys were back in the pub so missed out on my stack)..
 
At the end of the day we skied down the mountain almost straight into the bar for the Superbowl.  A table of ten people and I would say one person amongst us watched it! (it wasnt me) There had been a rockslide on the road back into Vancouver sometime on Sunday and the road was blocked.  They didn't clear it till late and so we left quite late making it a very long weekend! But a good one, which meant I slept through my alarm Monday morning.
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