You know that feeling, when you work really hard, you feel like you are climbing a long, uphill battle, but you keep going because its all going to be worth it soon?
Then the cold wind starts blowing, the fresh snow you were hoping for is a few inches of dust on a concrete layer of ice you are exhausted from the climb and your #*$*ing bindings break...again.
Yup, buttslide most of the 1500 vertical feet decent I just earned. I was that kind of throwup tired at the car. This will be my last ski with those freakin fritsche freerides.
After this I went for some freedom
Well, I didn’t the kids did. I ate a philly cheesesteak.
Then onto some more merican at the RV/sportsman show that was pretty fun for the kids...not as neat as I was hoping.
Then topped it off with a grand slam of merica at Denny’s.
Also, my hitch is almost completely repaired.
3 coats of rust converter primer and 2 coats of enamel paint. That ought to do it. No more rusty hitch for me!