It was a shweeeeeet, shweeeeeet day at Waterville Valley today. The weather persons said rain, but Mr. Jeff Novotny — he of the recent 2,100-in-two-hours rebounding effort — and I called their collective bluff and headed north anyway. As it turns out, the sky was pretty much rainless, and the snow was pretty much flawless.
Now, don’t get me wrong. This is not going to turn into some heroic ski adventure. Jeff and I are officially old, so after roughly six runs we were talking about lunch, and roughly six runs after lunch we were talking about leaving. But the skiing, while it lasted, was phenomenal. Soft, but not gooey, and hardly a bare spot to be found.
A perfect day got even perfecter (Is that actually a word? I thought I was joking, but Spellcheck believes it to be legit. Ironically, Spellcheck believes I have misspelled “Spellcheck.”) when we hit Starbucks on the way home, and ultimately I found myself in the driveway somewhere around the 9-10:30 hours … during which time 1,000 more made foul shots went into the books.
That’s 186,507 down, 813,493 to go to 1 million.