After many months of speculation and anticipation Tracey gave birth to a 10 lbs son. Healthy and happy we are blown away by our new arrival. I understand that most people who read this will mainly want ski photos and journals of a skier but my family is also a huge part of who I am.
Here he is, still nameless.
As my family grows I understand more and more the pride of parents. But lately I have been proud of my parents. A week ago I shredded the ski hill with my Dad, who rips. I wish I had brought my camera because we tore it up for 10 000 feet on the hill. I promise good shots of him on his next visit. And now my Mom is out for her yearly two weeks of ski touring, It’s so great to be able to ski with my parents. Go mom go!
I went out a few hours earlier than my parents so i could get some vertical before they joined me. I then skied a great run with my mom and step dad. Decent snow that is starting to get a bit old. It is still untracked awesome powder, just not fresh powder. But I am spoiled. Anyhow then they skied off and I stayed to do 3600 more feet. I decided to ski a line that I thought existed down beside some ominous cliffs. I found the entrance no problem but then found myself clinging to trees, side slipping down rocks, jumping from snow pillow to snow pillow. Finally I made it through the choke and I enjoyed some great turns down the rest of the line. Always exciting to ski into the unknown.
Skied my 16th 10000 foot day and am excited about tomorrow so I can get my 17th done.