Cold, Cold, Cold...

Another cold day in the mountains. Little new snow and temperatures at zero. It was a slow start to the morning, with nobody wanting to make a decision. Bob was taking a rest day. Lisa and Kristi wanted to ski, so I decided to tag along. Bob and Kathy rode with us to Arrowhead, with the purpose of taking the "Village to Village" shuttle to Beaver Creek. 

The 3 of us went to suit up, only to discover that I had forgotten an important piece of clothing, namely my fleece liner. I ended up going to the logo shop downstairs in the club and getting a very fashionable new 1/4 zip-front pull over. 

After 1 run down "Cresta", the girls went in to change gloves to mittens. I waited outside, it was still c-o-l-d. We went up and over to Bachelor Gulch, skipped it in favor of the upper Beaver Creek express. Up to the top of Strawberry Park and into Larkspur bowl...I led the way to Birds of Prey lift and down to "Spruce Saddle" to warm up (it was that cold). 

For me it was chili time!! I did as I always do, put both gloves and my helmut liner into my helmut and then put everything under my chair. It was very crowded, but I was on a mission, a chili mission. I navigated the line with ease and was out in a jiffy. Found our table, sat down and started on the best bowl of chili I had today. (It was only bowl, but who's counting). The girls returned and I had decided I was going to call it a day. As I bid them adieu, I discoverd a glove was missing. (Swany, Black, XL, Left hand) -- we looked and looked and looked...I ended buying another pair.

I skied back to Arrowhead with a little more money on my resort charge.