Great day at Pico. The surface was unbelievable all day. It was a bit chilly in the morning, nice later on, then brutal wind after lunch. The last run of the day was particularly vicious. Snow particles hit me in the face. I was afraid I would be scarred like Diana and her nose scratches.
The Outpost Chair area was a bit thin, but fun. I could've done Wrangler a few more times.
Run of the day? Upper Pike. The wind blew the snow off the trees onto the trail for once. It was like skiing fresh powder.
And then there was lunch! BB secured a picnic table as most of the people at it were leaving. She laid two hands across it and prostrated herself on it all the time yelling, "Diana! Diana!" Yet two women stayed behind at it. The first pretended to be putting boots on or off. We sat around her until she went away. We passed sandwiches, chips, and devil dogs passed the back she had to us. The other one just sat. She didn't make eye contact. She just sat.
The lodge at Pico is ridiculous. Twenty tables for the entire ski population just does not cut it. Add a couple of ski races or Massachusetts vacation and we didn't stand a chance. And it was cold.
Sick Bob, Thirsty Byron, and Wet Feet Michael didn't even venture out after lunch. Annie and Steve did, but decided to call it quits after one. Thank goodness Pete was there to help them down...to the bar.
The boys pissed the waitress off by putting two tables together. So they pushed the tables apart and Pete sat in between them. When I came in, they pushed them back together, but Steve stayed behind to show the waitress it was not his idea. After she left, he joined us.
When Byron saw the bill, he said, "I guess we're not on the Bonnie plan any longer."
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