Double Digits - 11 runs baby

Coulior off Guilt Trip

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As my roomie has taught me to say, the only way i can sum up today is "Wowee Kazowee".
Yesterday we had our down day so i decided to go into town after lunch to change the scenery, buy a good coffee and pick up some cheesy tourist gifts for everyone back home.  I went back to the Reluctant Fisherman (aka The Retarded Fisherman) for my ride back to base around 2pm when a few of the skiers started ringing the bell at the bar - well of course tequila shooters are showing up left right and centre, it was the only thing that was breaking up the poker game going.
I had the right balance of beer/tequila to OWN the pool table, i think i won 7 of 9 games, totally won against all the guides - i could do no wrong on that table!  Well the day did not end until well after midnight when i finally crashed into my bed.
Only to be rudely woken up by my guide CJ at 8.30am the next day to yell at me to get ready in 30 minutes we are flying.  Oooooh dear - every time i bent down to put all the gear on my world was spinning - as you can guess i was not terribly psyched to go skiing.

Butter Bowl

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We got out to the zone just before 10am and started on Guilt Trip, well feeling sorry for myself in a delicate state actually had a good side to my abilities.  I was in low gear, taking it nice and mellow, the only thing that was not really working was where planned to make my turns - my hands were thrown up in the air several times during the run.
Lunchtime came and we had 4 runs already under our belt, i got my second wind and was totally in a great mood - i was on FIRE - nice mellow long runs on a beautiful sunny day was just what the doctor ordered - i am on HOLIDAY!
Things were going great until my roomie Bilzie calls the next run - and this one is a MOTHER!!  it goes on and on and on - forevermore.
This is run number 9 and it must be 3pm in the afternoon - i am going downhill fast in more ways than one.  I hit cranky mode, the top part of the run was not pretty, hard, icy bumpy crappy flat run and CJ cops an earful.  I catch myself in a shitty mood, i am on holiday, heliskiing in alaska and i have the poops - what the hell is that???!?  I seem to be able to snap myself out of that dark hole and i get to the next part of the run, when FINALLY i pull some sweet turns like i am a pro - the first time all week i actually had it together with style.  Well happy place here i am.

The Gang on run 10

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I sit the next run out as the boys want to attack this nasty looking couliour.  They pick me up and we hit 2 more great runs - 11 runs for the day - and i never thought i had it in me - let alone on a long late night.  Our last run took us by a glacier fall where CJ stops to pick up a large piece of glacier ice for our cocktails back at base.  A totally cool day - full of surprises.  We were the last ones back to base, landing at 7pm just in time for a beautiful sunset.

Tomorrow and maybe for the rest of the week seems to be a bit sketchy, i am super happy about the last few days and will not be bummed at all to walk out of here without another day in the zone.  Sure would be nice to try my abilities in some waist deep pow but thems the breaks.
Fingers crossed....