Killington was among the first ski resorts to open in New England, so I figured, eh, the novelty of October skiing is worth the 2-hour trip behind some hippie who smoked himself retarded going 30 mph all the way down route 7 (this, I remember now, is why I never go to Killington). Coming out of Rutland, I start to get nervous about just how crappy conditions are going to be.
Of course, coming down nearly-bare trails and hearing a deafening scraping noise below me was definitely entertaining… there are several inch-wide crevasses now in my old Dynastars, but this was their going-away party. I figure, I might as well ski them for the last time on a memorable day… and wreck them in the process. New skis are coming, and at least now I have almost a month to make a decision and get them ready to go, since I’ll be in Florida when everything reopens again.
Also, today was a good way to discover I am not even CLOSE to being ready for the season. Every run was excrutiatingly painful because my legs are so out of shape. I have a feeling I’ll be joining a gym this week.