The other day Alison and I made a date for Saturday night to meet and eat some food and catch up. Last night I sent her a message that I was broke and perhaps we could go for a ski instead. She frantically got her ski stuff together to accommodate my request, but also formulated a plan that would get us to at least one happy hour. I'd already driven by so many matching puffy jacket tool box couples I was feeling slightly ill but got a little excited when she suggested we go to Dancing Bears Lounge before skiing so we could sit and watch and laugh. The most intriguing person of the night was a gray haired woman sucking on a wine glass staring into space grinning before someone brought her a child that she tended to by staring at it and grinning. The more Stella we drank and wings we ate the shorter it seemed our ski was going to get so we developed a plan to ski across Mirror Lake to PJ's for our second course of which would consist of Ubu and Pub Nachos. Before we left we decided to ask the concierge if he thought the lake was safe to ski across. He didn't think we should, but his ugly suit, perfectly gelled hair, and pasty skin told us he probably wasn't the man to listen to so we went for it.
Alison opted to put her skis on while on the lake while I decided it would be a great idea to ski down a ramp and get a flying start. Turns out the fresh wax on the skis sent me down the ramp at warp speed and I ended up on my ass for an entire restaurant full of diners to see! We set out across the vast lake working our way through puddles, snow drifts and ice patches. Alison occasionally got frustrated that the lake was so flat and she didn't have any hills to practice her tele turns so I challenged her to try the Toboggan Chute. I think she would have done it if it weren't for a pesky gate!
We skied up onto the beach by PJ's famished and parched, but it was packed and hot and a little scary so we put our skis over our shoulders and headed back to the frozen lake to try out the Boathouse. On our way to the lake a man passed and asked if we'd had a good day and I replied, "oh yes and it's not over yet!" Then we zipped off down the lake and onto the sidewalk to the front door of the Boathouse where we decided maybe they wouldn't appreciate our constant guffaws and we didn't appreciate they're menu (no nachos).
The next leg of the expedition would take us straight across the lake to The Cottage and hopefully some nachos. The serene diners must have thought Lake Placid was so quaint when we skied by waving like queens of the Rose Bowl parade. We were a little nervous about crossing the lake but felt safe when we saw a group of kids out playing in the middle of it. They scared Alison when they all laid down because she thought they'd fallen through the ice, but they were messing with us! To alleviate some of the load on the ice we decided we should evenly distribute our combined 240 pounds so we had to spread out for about a minute in the middle of the lake. Finally The Cottage was in sight and we could almost smell the nachos, but first we had to get through some ankle deeps drifts-yikes! Once inside we impressed the crowd with our headlamp light show before we attacked a plate of delicious Original NACHOS and a Long Trail-mmmmmm!
The final leg of the expedition started uneventfully and then Alison gave a massive push and her binding let loose! She had to take tiny steps the remaining 100 yards, but we made it! After bringing our skis back to the car she felt like we had to go back into the hotel and tell the concierge that it was indeed fine and dandy to ski across Mirror Lake. He acted like he didn't know what we were talking about and he looked at us like lunatics so we trashed the lobby and went home-laughing all the way:)
Alison opted to put her skis on while on the lake while I decided it would be a great idea to ski down a ramp and get a flying start. Turns out the fresh wax on the skis sent me down the ramp at warp speed and I ended up on my ass for an entire restaurant full of diners to see! We set out across the vast lake working our way through puddles, snow drifts and ice patches. Alison occasionally got frustrated that the lake was so flat and she didn't have any hills to practice her tele turns so I challenged her to try the Toboggan Chute. I think she would have done it if it weren't for a pesky gate!
We skied up onto the beach by PJ's famished and parched, but it was packed and hot and a little scary so we put our skis over our shoulders and headed back to the frozen lake to try out the Boathouse. On our way to the lake a man passed and asked if we'd had a good day and I replied, "oh yes and it's not over yet!" Then we zipped off down the lake and onto the sidewalk to the front door of the Boathouse where we decided maybe they wouldn't appreciate our constant guffaws and we didn't appreciate they're menu (no nachos).
The next leg of the expedition would take us straight across the lake to The Cottage and hopefully some nachos. The serene diners must have thought Lake Placid was so quaint when we skied by waving like queens of the Rose Bowl parade. We were a little nervous about crossing the lake but felt safe when we saw a group of kids out playing in the middle of it. They scared Alison when they all laid down because she thought they'd fallen through the ice, but they were messing with us! To alleviate some of the load on the ice we decided we should evenly distribute our combined 240 pounds so we had to spread out for about a minute in the middle of the lake. Finally The Cottage was in sight and we could almost smell the nachos, but first we had to get through some ankle deeps drifts-yikes! Once inside we impressed the crowd with our headlamp light show before we attacked a plate of delicious Original NACHOS and a Long Trail-mmmmmm!
The final leg of the expedition started uneventfully and then Alison gave a massive push and her binding let loose! She had to take tiny steps the remaining 100 yards, but we made it! After bringing our skis back to the car she felt like we had to go back into the hotel and tell the concierge that it was indeed fine and dandy to ski across Mirror Lake. He acted like he didn't know what we were talking about and he looked at us like lunatics so we trashed the lobby and went home-laughing all the way:)
A most excellent and needed night! Thanks!
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