This year, however, in keeping with the unusually warm and poor snow year, Mother Nature celebrated the last day of the ski season right along with us. The sun was shining, temperatures soared, and the air felt practically tropical.
Celebrants drank more beer than was probably wise, pulled out their barbecues in the parking lot, and sunbathed on their lawn chairs as though on a seaside holiday. There were costumes, bedlam, and nonsense. People skied in grass skirts, bikinis, sequins, and outrageous outfits of all hues. The atmosphere was raucous ebullience with a hedonistic flair. So, of course, we couldn't stay away!
|On the way out of the neighborhood. Notice the plowed road!|
|Blue skies and gorgeous clouds|
|Some of us catnapped in the sun|
|Hiking up to the "Dummy Run" on what remains of the half pipe|
|Waiting for the "Dummy Run"|
|Boy Builder on the left waiting for the "Dummy Run" with neighbors (Note the snowball in flight in top left of frame)|
|Resort employees make "Dummies" out of old skis, snowboard, and other junk to run down the hill while everyone throws snowballs at it; this dummy was not moving well on its own so someone hopped on to steer it|
|The dummies perform a small aerial flight at the end of the run, usually reducing the contraption to the pile of garbage at the end|
|Beautiful vistas and beautiful skies. You can see our neighborhood in the background to the right of the lift tower in the middle of the frame|
|Very last run of the season. Wish I had a picture of the awesome jump he did just after this picture was taken!|
|Sunset color display captured by the Boy Builder from the deck|