If the mountains won't come to me…(Warning: Gratuitous Post

[yui]

Yui, your threads rock my world.

You're sweet, Carson.

 

[Lisa Denton]

In my defense, it was a gas station with limited foodstuffs. Okay, they had more than beer and donuts, but it seemed like a viable purchase option at the time…
Yui

Limited foodstuffs? Viable purchase option?

You can't go grocery shoppin in a gas station with a vocabulary like that. Practice sayin "Gimme a can o redman chewin tabacci."

 

[SeaCat]

Dear Cat,

I am glad that my tipsy behavior has not alienated you and thank you for the well wishes.

I didn't actually master the art of skiing until I was in college when I dated a guy who was Mr. Outdoors. He taught me how to do sooo much outdoorsy-type stuff. We did downhill and cross country skiing. He also used to downhill ski on cross country skies--for the life of my, I can't remember what the technique is called (something "marking", maybe?)—which is like next to impossible to do. It looked like he was doing some sort of strangely gracefully skipping motion on skies.

Prior to Ben (Mr. Outdoors), I spent most of my time on the bunny slope being pulled up the slope on my tummy, holding onto that little conveyer belt handle bar for dear life, while my pants were packed with snow.

I have never been glacier skiing, but it sounds dangerous! Did they drop you in via a helicopter? Extreme skiing style? I'm much, much too chicken to do that! Cluck.
Yui

Yui,

Drinking a bit then talking as you did wouldn't alienate me. It takes direct insults without thought to do that.

What Ben did sounds a lot like what we called Alpine Skiing in Germany.

The thought of you being dragged up the Bunny Slope and getting your pants filled with snow brought a smile to my face, as well as the evil thought of what fun it would have been defrosting you with my mouth and tongue afterwards.

Glacier skiing can be dangerous, but it is a blast. You do have to take certain measures to lessen the danger, one of which is to be tied together. (We usually had about 30 feet of rope between us.) You also don't use ski poles, you use Ice Axes with long hafts.

The place we skiid was the glacier running between the Eiger and the Monch in Switzerland. You can reach it by taking the train up through the Eiger. (Have you ever seen the old Clint Eastwood movie "The Eiger Sanction"? The train he was on going up tthrough the mountain is the one I'm talking about.

Cat