some more whistler pictures

stas crashed into trees, snow, yetis, and landed with one ski off and slant behind him and the other one still on and probably stabbing into me

the view from the gondola

roma joined us the second day. one of his many crashes:

the steepest hill i have ever ridden on. riding on my ass counts btw

some idyllic dips. here is your job: find waldo! he has a white stripe across the front of his dark blue jacket. i did not realize waldo was there until after several pictures and eventual frantic pointing by the russians


in the days before aluminum skis and snocats, early man climbed the whistling mountain and erected a monument to their success, named snowhenge.

i believe our society has regressed since then.
boys will be boys.

if i post any more pictures on the same blog entry blogspot will beat me with an e-stick. so, next post here we come