Overnight it snowed 10cm, thank goodness. Otherwise the skiing would have been a total bust. Eric, Rebecca, and I skied trail 4, then we tubed. Tubing was fun, busting down the powder. David Meyer went first, and got about 10 meters. It took ten runs to clear it to the bottom. My hair was wet from skiing, so the powder stuck to it and froze. I looked like my hair was prematurely white. Lunch was hamburger, gravy, and fries. That afternoon we went on trail 1 with the Meyers sans Julia. Everybody had fun, until Eric fell and scraped his knuckles up. He was hot so I had him skiing without gloves. Dumb, dumb, dumb. It was bad enough that he had to walk back 1.25km, muttering "Why does this always happen to me?" the whole way. I took him home while the rest went down 3A to 5 and then 2.
Dinner was turkey pot pie. All of us in cabin 4 forgo (forwent?) the entertainment, preferring fresh air instead. We played matchstick-ante poker, and then hearts. Sunday morning Bob Gibbs got up at 6 AM, and skied trail 4. Or so he claimed. At first. He, Sue, and Rebecca skied 1 to 3A to 5, then 2. A bit short, but he and Sue had Mass to attend. Eric and I skied 4A, 9, and 4B. Nice trails all. We hung out, went to lunch, and came home, glad to finally have a vacation from our vacation. :)