| They were predicting snow for Sunday, and this time they got the location right. The night before, my brother called me and invited himself along. Your wise "no friends on a powder day" words, echoed in my head.
"Do you have your skis?" I asked.
"I will have to go get them from Mom's house. We can do it first thing in the morning."
"No," I replied. "Get them tonight."
"OK. When do you want to leave? 6am?"
"Yes. 6am," I confirmed. "Call me at 5:30 when you are ready to leave."
"OK."
"Tomorrow promises to be the best day of the season," I told him. "You have to be ready when I leave if you want to go with."
I pulled out of the driveway at 6am sharp. Alone.
My phone rang at 6:50am. It was my brother with some lame excuse about not having gone to get his skis and being up until 3 the night before... Whatever.
At around 7:30 my buddy Brent called asking where I was going. He was headed out to ski with his daughter, son, and his son's girlfriend. I told him the weatherpeople had picked Chestnut for the heaviest snow, but he could go where he wanted, and to have fun.
A few minutes later he called me back to confirm the directions to get there. I gave him the directions and told him how carppy the roads were. For the last 20 miles, it didn't even look like the snowplows had even been by. It a was challenging drive in the 3, but I made it.
I got there so early I got an even better parking spot than we got with the van on Monday. |