Escaping the Madness

In what turned out to be a highly successful attempt to avoid the absurd traffic a large sports inconvenience was going to cause, we ran off to the top of a mountain hoping it would be far enough. 

On the way up I spent the whole car ride trying to finish this cowl for Steven. My original plan had been to make two. It did not go as quickly as planned. I got Steven's finished though. It was so warm he basically wore it for this picture and it spent the rest of the day in his pocket. 

These are the previously mentioned skis. I love my skis. They are the best skis. They would only be better if they were blue and had the same pattern on both skis. I will just consider this encouragement to not look down while I ski. The poles were nice too, and since our last lesson taught us what to do with them they weren't just an annoying stick to carry around.

Since we had these fabulous new skis I braved the full mountain trail. It wasn't as hard as I remember it, so that was nice. It was still long and I got tired. We took a break here. Not a terrible place to rest at all. It had a great view and the other way a view of the really steep part we had just gone down. So there was a fun mix of really awesome skiers and people falling all over the place. 

On our second night we tried out the local sushi restaurant. Squaw Valley has much better food options that dodge ridge... One of the house rolls was topped with seared beef. Weird enough to try and take a picture of. It was actually pretty good. 

Our second day of skiing had even better views than the first. The sky was soooo blue. The birds were really enjoying it too. I know this because one almost ran into me while I was starting down the slope. It almost made me fall over. I thought birds flew south for the winter...

Steven made a giant snowball and threw it at me. 

Squaw Valley has an Olympic Museum which I wanted to see before we left. I planned to see it Monday morning before we left, but we finished skiing early Sunday, so we were going to wander over there right before it closed. Luckily we did this, because it turns out the museum is at the top of the mountain. So our wandering turned into rushing out of the room trying to get to the tram in time, which takes 15-20 min to get to the top and hoping to get to the top. We made it, good thing too since we didn't have tickets for the tram that worked on Monday. 

The thing that I found the most amazing was how terrible their equipment was in the 60's. These were the kind of ice skates used. These look awful! I had better skates than this and I was never even a senior level skater. Their skis weren't much better either. Crazyness. 

This is the rink at the top of the Mountain. I almost wished I had my skates with me, but then I remembered how tired I was from skiing. I took a picture instead.