I didn’t have time to re-glue and cure the tear in my boot. Saturday night I wrapped black hockey tape around it and announced to Lisa, with dry feet, I felt unstoppable! By the 8pm show the hockey tape was peeling and absorbing the melting snow. With an epic fall in the forecast for Sunday; I was thrilled to find a roll of pro-gaff tape in the Designery.
‘When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.’
We did the last three shows Sunday night through the craziest blizzard I’ve ever experienced – not on my snowboard. Half, if not more, of the audience didn’t make it. The ones that did were rattled but relieved. One guy was wearing ski goggles.
We definitely had almost a three foot fall. All our trails filled with soft powder. The whole night we wadded, as fast as possible, through knee deep snow. I was exhausted by the closing party. Perched on the kitchen counter; nodding and smiling, hugs and congratulations. A weary ‘We did it!’ satisfaction, all the while keeping one eye on Luka as she kept trying to sneak over and lick the gas stove’s grease trap.
1:30am we said goodnight and headed up the hill. The snow was up to Luka’s chest. It fell so fast it hadn’t time to compact and she had to cut through my trail. By the time we reached the cabin it was more effort than a 10 year old dog should exert.
The following morning I left her in the cabin, found a shovel and dug out a trench starting at the cookshack.