**To my dear and dedicated fan base: Thank you for your continued support. I almost retired from blogging after hitting eldorado with the last post. However, you must bear with me; the fat lady is not yet singing.
A steaming stack of freshly ground wheat blueberry pecan pancakes dripping with maple syrup around 9:00 pm and 5 hr "nap" in the middle of the night welcomed in day 2. 3 am and Chelsea and Denver and I stumbled out the door into the car, for the first leg of our journey: Chiloquin to Squaw Valley. The trip was delightful; I slept -a major accomplishment when Denver is driving, I would normally be jolted awake every 10 minutes by the vibrations of the grooves planted in the side of the road, or a sudden gasp from Chelsea and a jerk of the Subaru's tires!
We planned to arrive at Squaw just as the hill opened and would have been on time if half of Sacramento hadn't had the same plan. We hit bumper to bumper traffic at Truckee and crept our way into the ski park by 10:30. Despite the crowds the snow was light, albeit chopped up, and the day was good! In fact, for a Northwest girl, the snow was incredibly light -I can't wait to be flabbergasted by Utah's glory snow!
Advice of the day: Throw a high-calorie granola bar in your jacket prior to heading to the lift line. This keeps your energy up and allows you to aviod the mayhem of skiiers/boarders tumbling over eachother in attempts to nab the one remaining lunch table at the lodge.
Lesson of the day: Attitude gives skiing a bit of pep and looks awesome hucking off cliffs (1 ft to 20 ft). Bad attitude is simply lame and doesn't huck off of anything. If a member of your skiing party appears as though she/he might sport some, leave her/him at the lodge, and don't look back.
Day 3. Voted best back-country day of the year... by yours truly. Pictures tell all:
Advice of the day: Go backcountry. Get freshies.
Lesson of the day: Track your subjects.