The weather has turned warm. The snow in Rossland is quickly melting. The town's roads are mini canals with water flowing from sewer grate to sewer grate in an escapist way. The temperature must be about 8 above zero, and about zero or slightly warmer at the hill. The snow is very heavy to ski through.
By 1:30 I met up with Trista and skied with her for the next hour. But it really wasn't anything to write about, except the good company. I skied down to the lodge, changed into my running togs, and set off for home. Just a very quiet Saturday.
Sunday it was a football watching day.... The weather was not too great..... Warm, wet and rainning. We played hockey on Sunday night and earned a well deserved tie after trailling 0-3. The game was in Trail too.
On the magic carpet with Cole:
Cole with dad:
Grayson and I:
And all of us having some french fries, apres ski: