Watching Canadian TV the other night, we all thought this ad was pretty funny. It also seemed to summarize our situation pretty well. Here in Stoneham, there's not much to think about except skiing. In a three-story chalet minutes from awesome trails, we spend our time in alternating states of ski workout butt-kicking and a lethargic daze. It's demanding, and it works.
Packing rollerskis was a little disheartening, but we still managed to find some reasonable snow skiing at the resort base, a golf course and a closed access road up the road from Foret Montmorency. After crunching away our ski bases on gravel and pounding the singletrack trails in a nearby park, the snow came. This morning we awoke to a blinding mid-winter whiteout, and instead of slicing our classic skis up cheese-grater style we should be hitting some fresh tracks tomorrow, either at Montmorency or Mount St Anne. Actual skiing is the closest you can get to really being there. In the moment. When you're spending a whole week with one focus, one goal, you can feel yourself getting closer to that moment when everything comes together. When you're not beating your body into mashed potatoes, though, you've gotta recover somehow.
So what do you do in Canada besides train?
Pool in the game room
Mariokart
Get work done (?)
Sleep
Pepper and Bogden continually competing for style points
Scuba Steve's having a better week after (almost) losing his passport and cutting his thumb open falling in a Tim Hortons parking lot
It's blurry, but this is our house pre-snow
