Slippery Slope

I barely have the energy to think after today's skiing, let alone type something coherent about it ;-) Today Tim and I skied together although this largely involved Tim dragging me up and down a million slopes. If I call them blue runs that would make them sound simple. The blue runs here seem to be as hard as any red and some times black runs I have skied in Europe. Doubled with the fact i couldn't see half the time it has definitely tested my skills (or lack of) today. Tim even had a couple of unstable moments and not only because he needed a beer.

On the way down this evening we punted along a green connector to join a blue run down. Turning a corner Tim came across a pair of poles on the slope but no owner to be seen. Upon inspection a poor Glaswegian girl had gone over the edge of what i could only call a vertical drop... I came round the bend (I generally pass a point 5 minutes after Tim) to see Tim pulling the poor girl back up onto the slope. They obviously make them tough up North as after a couple of tears she brushed herself off and carried on.

In the same style I had adopted all day I plummeted back to Whistler village without actually ever seeing any of the slope. Tim of course flew down without a problem. Humph.