Comments on: Tahoe Eats Ski Pants

By: Sunny

Sunny — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 03:01:11 +0000

Your posts always moke me hungry somehow, which is good because I have molasses cookies in the house. Had. Ummm carbs. Everytime someone mentions skiing it reduces my inclination to ski that much more. Mainly because three things are always mentioned 1. being cold 2. falling down and 3. being cold. I wouldn’t mind being in a cabin in the mountains, though. It would be pretty without the cold and the bruises. I believe in George Clooney’s manliness, but I draw the line at paint licking, unless he is also somehow immune to lead poisoning. Which I would believe, but have not heard.

By: Camels & Chocolate

Camels & Chocolate — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 20:26:39 +0000

Good to know. I’m heading up to Tahoe next month, so duly noted – I’ll keep a tight grip on my ski apparel.

Coincidentally, I was skiing in Vermont last weekend, where it appears Killington much prefers paddle brushes to pants.

By: MommyTime

MommyTime — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 23:38:33 +0000

So glad to be of service. And, yes, photos really are a vital part of this experiment.

By: Moose

Moose — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 17:40:28 +0000

The pants remain in limbo. Wherever they are, whatever far flung dimension they’ve found, they’re taunting me.

Ed. Note: Don’t complain about falling on skis. Ever. Because you know what happens the next time you ski? Murphy’s Law subverts gravity and you fall MORE. Last weekend, we skied groomed trails. This weekend, we just went up into the hills to ski on whatever terrain we found. I ended up bouncing down the hill on my butt, dragging my (ungloved) hands behind me to slow myself down. By the time we made it back to the car, my hands were bloody. I’ve never been fond of sports where you come home bloody.

All Adither: The carbs? WERE EPIC. And you NEED that many carbs when skiing. Ahem.

Angella: See above addendum. Oh my god. It was treacherous. And I was with accomplished cross country skiers, who made it down the hill in three minutes and spent the next twenty minutes (the time it took me to stumble, fall, curse the heavens, and roll down the hill) chatting amongst themselves. That said, cross country skiing can be quite pleasant – if you’re wearing proper waterproof clothes and are on groomed trails.

Mommytime: Meeka on a leash? With a squirrel? EXCELLENT. I will try that next time. And get someone to record the ensuing mayhem.

Shakir: We went to Orchid’s on Friday – it was delicious! We had the Orchid soup and it hit the spot. Freshies and Orchids are definitely my favorites in ST.

By: shakir bouty

shakir bouty — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 16:04:51 +0000

I’ve enjoyed Orchid’s for thai in So Lake T, but it’s usually after hiking in the mountains all day, so who knows. Maybe I’ll try Freshies next trip.

By: Song

Song — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 04:48:18 +0000

I’m of the opinion that ANY injury, real or otherwise, can be fixed with hot fudge sauce. It really just depends on the amount of hot fudge sauce you apply.

Can’t comment on the skiing in jeans because I have never been skiing, snow pants or jeans or yellow bikini irrelevant. One day I should probably do something about it…

Then again, warm lodges containing desserts with hot fudge sauce were just always able to call me more.

By: MommyTime

MommyTime — Sun, 20 Jan 2008 03:24:29 +0000

Yes, we live in the land of evaporating socks. But snowpants is an achievement. I bow to that.

I fall over with the x-c too — almost never when I’m moving. That’s too easy. It takes real skill to lose your balance while standing still. Wanna’ try something really fun…put Meeka dog on a leash and hold that while skiing. Then show her a squirrel. It really helps improve the falling over while moving thing. Works like a charm with our dog every time.

By: She Likes Purple

She Likes Purple — Sun, 20 Jan 2008 02:03:11 +0000

I realize snowboarding just sort of obviously comes with more falling than skiing but you described me to a tee up there, as well. Standing–fall. Talking–fall. PRAYING THAT MY KNEES WOULD EVENTUALLY RETURN TO THE COLOR OF THE REST OF MY BODY–fall hard.

Freshies, I’ll remember that.

By: Peter Varvel

Peter Varvel — Sun, 20 Jan 2008 00:58:13 +0000

Vague mishaps are what make a trip away so memorable. That, and the documentation of good writing!

Good-restaurant-dessert is always worth suffering through a little awkwardness. Always.

By: Sarah

Sarah — Sat, 19 Jan 2008 18:32:31 +0000

Oh dear, evaporating pants? Too bad the white car didn’t evaporate right before you hit it! I’m not big on cross country skiing (more downhill myself), but I hope you enjoyed dessert!