Doing Louise
Sunday, January 14, 2007
I've already sent the photos and summary of my last ski trip, but just have to whack it on the blog quick.
So Esta (one of the internationals from Spain), invited us to ski Lake Louise - a two hour drive from Calgary.
This was probably the most best ski outing I've had ever - I went the whole day without any cart-wheeling or scorpion falls. Only problem was this time I had to babysit my scraper of a colleague down the hills. But it was still good fun - until he thought he'd be cool and said he was ready for the narrow winding blue runs.
Apart from almost falling of the mountain a couple times, he had two of the biggest backward falls onto his head I've ever seen. Six-foot-five, 112 kgs - he doesn't fall lightly. I was actually surprised he never lost consciousness after his second fall. And his dutch courage made him to cool to wear a helmet. It's only about the billionth time I've had to tell him "I told you so - Dari knows best!"
Concussed, with no ability to stand, speak or stop himself from drooling, we had to somehow make our way down to the club house. Only problem was we were two gondolas up the mountain, probably a 40 minute ski down. But were going so slowly it took us two hours!
And then when we finally reached the clubhouse, I had to keep him from losing consciousness and all that good stuff you have to do to stop a concussed person from actually going to sleep forever. But on the drive back I fell asleep, and then he fell asleep. All I can say is I was glad he was still alive when we got to Calgary!
Dari and Herman at the ice castle. And me on the top of the mountain, psyching myself for the first run down, all snow-ninja's up!
The slopes, with prime powder (it snowed the whole day). And then us rep'ing the Boks. Don't be fooled by Herman's smile, after his falls I doubt he knew where he was.
The gallery!
So Esta (one of the internationals from Spain), invited us to ski Lake Louise - a two hour drive from Calgary.
This was probably the most best ski outing I've had ever - I went the whole day without any cart-wheeling or scorpion falls. Only problem was this time I had to babysit my scraper of a colleague down the hills. But it was still good fun - until he thought he'd be cool and said he was ready for the narrow winding blue runs.
Apart from almost falling of the mountain a couple times, he had two of the biggest backward falls onto his head I've ever seen. Six-foot-five, 112 kgs - he doesn't fall lightly. I was actually surprised he never lost consciousness after his second fall. And his dutch courage made him to cool to wear a helmet. It's only about the billionth time I've had to tell him "I told you so - Dari knows best!"
Concussed, with no ability to stand, speak or stop himself from drooling, we had to somehow make our way down to the club house. Only problem was we were two gondolas up the mountain, probably a 40 minute ski down. But were going so slowly it took us two hours!
And then when we finally reached the clubhouse, I had to keep him from losing consciousness and all that good stuff you have to do to stop a concussed person from actually going to sleep forever. But on the drive back I fell asleep, and then he fell asleep. All I can say is I was glad he was still alive when we got to Calgary!
Dari and Herman at the ice castle. And me on the top of the mountain, psyching myself for the first run down, all snow-ninja's up!
The slopes, with prime powder (it snowed the whole day). And then us rep'ing the Boks. Don't be fooled by Herman's smile, after his falls I doubt he knew where he was.
The gallery!
