Vacation Day Two

I was up with the dawn, which is normal for me and looked out my room's upstairs window to see the sun just as it came up.Start playing the Twilight Zone music, David and I dressed the same again without knowing what the other was wearing. Jeans, grey sweaters and brown shoes.

This is Tin Pan Alley in Sacketts Harbor NY. We had a great breakfast with David's extended family. The food was awesome and I am told the stuffed french toast is to die for. Since I don't like the French, I had a breakfast wrap with eggs, spinach, prosciutto, mozzarella cheese, sauteed onions and mushrooms. On the side I had home fries and coffee. The portions were huge and the quality were well worth the 45 minute wait to be seated.This just outside Tin Pan Alley, on West Main St. At the end of the street were people who had driven their ATVs out on to the ice that covers the harbor and were fishing.

On the way to Snow Peak ski resort we pasted what seemed to be miles and miles of wind generating windmills.
This is just part of Snow Peak, but this was the slope David and I stayed on all day, except for the bunny run where we warmed up.

This David swooshing down the mountain. There he goes, going, going, gone.

Headed up the ski lift looking back at the parking lot.

The bunny slope where we started.

More snow skiing stuff, this place makes Gatlinburg look like my driveway after a little dusting.

The bottom of the run that comes out of the trees. On the way up for our last run, I yelled up to David, "HEY! LETS FINISH BY GOING THROUGH THE TREES!"

I was joking, half way down I looked back and David was gone. I continued to the bottom and waited. I thought were in the heck was David.

Then through the trees I saw what looked like mad man coming down the hill all ankles and elbows trying to keep his balance, he did and came shooting into the clearing. It was David, he took the tree run!

He says it was very narrow and was doing Ok until he saw the log across the slope. He said he hit hard and lost a ski.

I was laughing so hard, I choked on the cold air.

Following David up the lift to the area we stayed most of the day. For the size of this resort I was surprised it did not have more people skiing. We never waited in line once. When we finished a run, it was right back to the head of the line and back down again. We did this for four hours straight.

I won't say I did not crash, I did. 5 times that I remember. Two times were at a slow rate of speed and did not hurt, two were at moderate speed and slightly hurt (more pain in the morning).

One time was like a train wreck, lost a ski pole and a ski, hurt like, well, yea, that bad. Shoulder, knee, and two thumbs (lots more pain in the morning.)

Imagine that "agony of defeat" dude at beginning of the Wild World of Sports.

Can you spell, M-O-T-R-I-N?

Tomorrow it's on to the Lake Placid Olympic Area and Whiteface Mountain.

On the way back to Watertown for dinner, we stopped to gas in Lowville, no I'm not making that up. It was weird to see snowmobiles at the gas pumps, but I guess it's normal up here.

What a snowmobile momma looks like.

David and I went to Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner, we both ordered the ultimate nachos.

(Key that Zone music again.)

The similarities between us are scary.

This blog was a little challenging this evening, you never appreiate your right thumb until you "hit" the space key too hard.