I was a strictly eastern skiier. People like us hardly recognize that as skiing. For us, it's maybe an inch or two of white rubble on top of a sheet of ice.
I lost my job making glass eyes for merry-go-round horses back in my youth. I decided to become a mercenary commando soldier, you know, hired gun, but unwisely chose the Salvation Army as my outfit. I never got to kill anybody, and I've got tinnitus in my right ear from the bell now.
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Don't mean to boast (yes I do), but that's where I ski. We got about 5 feet of snow in the last few days.
And it's spelled Kootenay.
Or Kootenai, south of the line in the second best place in the Universe (Montana). Big Mountain! Whitefish!
Hi Fred- Thanks for reading and commenting.
I was a strictly eastern skiier. People like us hardly recognize that as skiing. For us, it's maybe an inch or two of white rubble on top of a sheet of ice.
Never ski the trees any faster than you are willing to hit one.
Technically I should be sick of snow for all the shovelling I did for five days straight. But I'm not.
Fred Z:
B.C. rocks. (Never been to Fernie though.)
Casey K: I agree wholeheartedly. That's why I've only gone skiing once in my life, and I never went anywhere beyond the bunny hill.
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