Tomatoes, New Zealand music, chasing wee Babbo with syringes full of insulin, real and virtual communities, potlucks, espresso and beer, goofy hips, and our next holiday.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Ready for action
p.s. Portillo was brilliant. The intermediate runs were just my speed and I got my groove back in the granny style. I wore a knee pad on my hip to keep the angle plate from getting driven into bone in case I fell on it. Matty, Tom, Lesley, and Ray got some of the most epic lift assisted backcountry days (5,000 vertical in the Super C Couloir and 7,000 vertical of corn two days later). The four meals a day were pretty damned tasty. The staff were lovely. I ditched Wyatt with a team of loving twenty something women for a few hours daily. We're saving our funds to get back in a few years.

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