non-stop

H took Friday off to go skiing.  Usually he gets plenty of skiing in when he takes the week off between Christmas and New Year's but this year there may be mitigating circumstances - like house guests, unexpected work schedule and the general dearth of snow - so he thought he should get a day in when he could. 

Snow guns and sunshine

It was sunny to start, eventually clouding up as a new little snowstorm moved in.  The few open trails were crowded but there were no lift lines and he was able to ski right onto the lift each time.  He was on his preferred alpine skis - Blizzard Cochise - and just flew top to bottom, nonstop, all day from first to last chair, racking up twenty-eight (!) runs and 46,000 feet of elevation (!!).  When I finally texted him at 4:30, a little surprised that I hadn't heard from him, he said that he'd just finished and that although the skiing was only so-so, he "just couldn't ski [himself] tired," despite his best efforts.  With an overnight storm moving in, however, perhaps he'd get the chance on Saturday.