SNOW DAY!

Adam and Robyn returned from Australia on Friday. Boy, did we miss having Crystal! Oh, we missed Robyn and Adam too, but having to walk into town in -30 just wasn’t much fun. To welcome them home, Zane cooked up delicious ribs on the BBQ. Unfortunately, Robyn had to go straight into work and she was thrown straight into full-on busy work, with no instructions or training, and battling jet-lag. What a trooper! AND she had to go to work the next day as well, which was not only my birthday, but also the first day for us to get up onto the mountain and ski! Poor, poor Robyn.

So it was with a heavy heart that we headed up the mountain without Robyn. It was AWESOME. There was around 2 inches of fresh powder on the groomed slopes and in some sections off the trails the powder was waist deep. It took a few runs for us to get back in the swing of things but after a while we thought we were ready to head further up the hill and right into the powder. Big mistake. We all ate serious snow, and Zane had a bit of a struggle getting out of a particularly deep ditch of powder. When we got down, we decided it was time for some warmth and lunch. After nourishment and defrosting, we hit the slopes for a few more runs and then it was beer time.

Here are some photos of our epic day on the slopes









We went up to the Griz Bar which is the main pub for après drinks and nibbles. It was packed. There’s a massive long table in the middle of the bar, which seats around 30 people and is called the locals tables. Some of these locals told us that during times of extreme intoxication, it is a regular occurrence to see people strip down, get their whipped cream on various body parts, get a good run-up, and slide down the length of the table. You’ll be happy to know that, even though it was my birthday, I didn’t consume enough alcohol to perform to whip-n-slide, as I like to call it. I did, however, get to encounter a “muff dive”. This delightful concoction, generously given to me by our landlady Deb, is a shot of Bailey’s, in a shot-glass, inside a martini glass filled with whipped cream. Whipped Cream seems to be a recurring theme at the Griz Bar. Add alcohol, whipped cream and crazy people and you get fun! And, potentially, nudity. Anyway, the aim of the game of the Muff Dive is to navigate your way around the cream to get the shot of Baileys. Sound easy? Not when your hands are behind your back. Sound messy? Oh yeah. Sound embarrassing? OH YEAH. Especially when half of the bar knows what’s coming and turns around to watch. I think I did well though, judging by the cheers. You can see the results below.



That night we went out the Yama Goya for dinner, a Japanese restaurant in town. It was delicious, and as a birthday surprise the nice waitress treated us to complimentary shots of tequila! I have a long-standing hatred for tequila but somehow, the shot went down without my gag-reflex kicking in so happy days! We then went to the Ghostrider’s game (they won! And we saw a punch-up, of course) and then we went to the pub, where the shots continued. It was lots of fun but unfortunately, or probably fortunately for me, we all forgot our cameras so there are no incriminating photos. We were going to go up and enjoy the snow on Sunday but we were just too hungover.

Today Robyn, Zane and I all had the day off so we made a snowman! It was heaps of fun, not nearly as hard as we thought it would be, sort of like jack-o-lanterning!







First day of work tomorrow, how exciting!

Much love, Z and T