Today, Sunday, Kelly and I went skiing on Mt. Hutt outside of Christchurch. We did not get to make it to the most famous slopes in Queenstown because it was too far to drive and also because they have been open only intermittently with the infrequent, but heavy snowfalls. It was not worth the risk. We stayed last night in the nearest town to the Mt. Hutt ski area, so it was
a short drive, maybe 22km. But 10km of that was on a packed gravel two-lane road straight up the moutains' sides. We had to use the tire chains again, so I guess we are getting our money's worth out of that purchase. It was not the best skiing I had ever encountered (downsides were the number of other people skiing since it was a Sunday and the number of trails closed - including all black diamonds - because the ski season has just started and little snow has fallen), but neither of us were complaining. First we were skiing in June and second, we were skiing in another hemisphere. I, of course, headed to the top of the mountain and shoved myself straight down some intermediate (blue) trails several times. My quads will be killing me tomorrow. Then Kelly and I hung out on the beginner (green) slopes together for awhile.
By the end of the day, Kelly was sailing down blues with me. I am always amazed at how much she will try. Most importantly, Kelly always enjoys herself. It's great to travel with her!
- Alan
1 comment:
Pretty cool to go from scuba diving to mountain skiing in just a few days with road adventures in between. Don't know how you find time to keep up your blog site, but am glad you do.
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