a skiing deprivation induced delerium, the season started. April 1st, a nice round date to get back on the water. First, a little srping cleaning on the POS U of I Moomba, with muratic acid. That tingle tells you it's working. So does a full thickness chemical burn. Luckily we,managed to avoid any singeing flesh. I'm doing nursing clinicals in the burn unit, and I'll be damned if I have to spend water time in there.
As for the skiing itself, just some rusty trick skiing. I did not set the lake on fire. I was just happy to be out there, especially after a first day of spring like this:
That snowstorm was a major buzzkiller. Happily, the snow soon melted, and the air grew (I can't ask for much better than) tolerable.
So now I'm back on the weekly, or biweekly, hell, tri-or-quad weekly if I can, trips to ski at waterhawks. Around my apartment ( also a POS, by a cozy POS nonetheless)There are a few other signs of ski season. A drysiut hanging over my balcony, for example:
The pond in the background is the same one as in the happy spring picture, only three weeks and 35 degrees later.
The surest sign, however, is my wheeled three-event bag:
Call me crazy, but wet neoprene smells way better than those Xmas tree air fresheners.
Now I need to start bringing a camera to the lake.