It's becoming a theme on this blog to write my posts a month after the actual event. I am going to chalk it up to the insanity that was January, along with going to bed by 9pm every day and oh yeah, I HAVE NO TIME.
No big deal. Luckily, I have mountains of pictures to remember the details and I have a super fun life. I'll write when I can, which is what I am doing now, this time about TeleFest at Hoodoo Ski Resort.
Dear god, TeleFest is awesome. Also, TeleFest is incredibly nerdy. People, modern ski pants include gaiters. No need to add a pair of garishly colored gaiters from the 70s to your ski attire. Also, fanny packs are not attractive on one's fanny, much less on your front.
Why are tele skiers so dorky? And am I really one of them?
Scary.
That said, it was pretty damn cool to ski a mountain packed with telemark skiers. How often does that happen? It would have been super cool to try some demo skis, especially since I am up for a new pair next year, but there weren't any pairs available every time I checked. Note to Telefest 2012 organizer: BRING MORE WOMEN'S SKIS. PRETTY PLEASE.
I met lots of cool people, I took Haze on her first chairlift ride (I almost cried with happiness) and I got to hang out with Craig and Katie, which was, by far, the highlight of my weekend. Nicer people you have never met. No, seriously. Nicer people you have never met. For real.
Hoodoo is a pretty freaking rad small resort with wide open runs and great snow. I dig it and if I didn't live 3 hours away, I would visit more frequently. The lodge is also tailor-made for kids and the daycare is personal and affordable. I love it there.
I also love tele skiing, despite its nerg reputation. Let the others have their gaiters and fanny packs. I just want to ski. A lot.
Katie and I celebrate winning the Nastar race...against ourselves.
Tele posse, sans fanny packs and gaiters.