This morning Sue and I are off to get the once over by our doctor. Weight will be taken. Blood will be sucked, and urine will be tested. Oh my!
I am glad to hear that my neice Acaccia is doing better. Home for the holidays!
One year in college I did not come home. The family piled into the International Travelall and headed to Gunnison to see me. It was a year with an epic snowstorm. Just like last week, more than 6 feet of snow dropped on the city and the ski slopes within one week. The Christmas in the snow had dad doing a "Brodie" a complete 360 turn in the intersection on purpose. Mom had a problem with that. The streets of Gunnison Colorado are wide enough so that plowed snow could be piled up in the center and not have to be hauled away to a nonresidential area. This made it available for a classic controlled spin.
There was so much snow that a couple of ski areas were not open because they could not get people up to pack in the the snow. We climbed half way up on Cranor hill outside of town and skied down. I was early in my ski career and I thought that all skiing was moving through this delightful powder and seeing your rooster tail of falling snow stream out behind you. One of the big issue was keeping your feet straight so the they did not cross and trip you up as you could not see them under the snow. If only all skiing was like this.
Linzi tells me that skiing has completely changed and the shorties have allowed more people to get down more difficult ski slopes sooner.
Have a happy Friday. : ) Pat
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That winter we visited you in Gunnison, I was ten and it was my first experience with snow. I thought winter in Gunnison was always like that! I remember that 360 spin, it was wild, white, and, I thought, out-of-control. I remember the first night it snowed, walking outside of the trailer and watching the silent snow falling. I had thought that snow falling would be much noiser, like a really loud rain. I can also remember putting on snow gear, especially the snow boots took FOREVER! :::grin:::
Hope the Dr visit went well. It's always nervous times when the bloodsuckers are loose.
Our Christmas in Gunnison is one I will never forget-gave me the idea to come back at Spring Break to Ski when I got in college.
I also remember waking up in the back bedroom of the trailer (sleeping with Kelly) and looking at all the icicles that had grown overnight inside the trailer window!
Talking with Mom and Dad last night, they reminded me of the fire that happened in the snow one night there in Gunnison. Pretty wild! I remember some fireman saying that once a trailer house caught fire, you only had eight minutes before it was engulfed in flames. I can tell you that made me sleep really well at night, NOT! The trailer house that caught on fire was the one where several (maybe five) were sleeping in bunkbed and there was an old player piano in the back. ::laugh::: college! :::Thinking about that kitty, "professor" who used to live in the trailer park::: Winter must have been pretty hard on that independent fellow!
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