Slush Cup

Today I watched a bunch of kids leap into an enormous hole full of slushy water. It stopped snowing just in time, the sun came out, the sky turned blue, the kids shed their snowsuits, some put on bikinis (shiver) shorts and t-shirts. They hiked up to the fifth tower then skied or snowboarded down as fast as they could in attempt to remain upright and sort of waterski to end of the slush filled hole, a distance of maybe twenty feet. Most of them sunk like a bag of books the second they hit the fridgid water. A couple of them managed to remain upright long enough to make it to the opposite bank and clamber out, their skis still attached.

It was a lovely day the snow was soft and even skiable in the trees. Too bad it is their last day. I'm sure with conditions as good as this we could be skiing there well into June. Maybe we will just have to go back there with our skins. I'm still waiting for that quintessential spring ski day, you know the one, where you strip down to your t-shirt, turn your face to the sun and lie in the snow after lunch soaking it up.