You know, I really hate writing about Jeff behind his back (not really) but . . . . yesterday I persuaded him go skiing with me because there was 20 inches of new powder and it was still snowing lightly. The good stuff. I consider skiing my winter-time job and I'll do whatever it takes. I'm thinking to myself, "I'll just talk him into to going, buy him a lift pass and a Dr. Pepper and he will be all fuzzy, warm and happy and then . . . ready, set, go. Your mom, fresh powder and Dr. Pepper. What else could he want. In return, I will get a lesson in powder. I just won't let him know that he is working. Everything is great for both of us. Right? You can just hear my voice saying, "A...oh, Jeff, I brought you a Dr. Pepper." He's pleased and totally buying it. Okay, here we go! and lesson time for Me!! We were having so much fun in the white stuff. New powder, new runs, lots of cardio for me. Awesome weather. Then...dang. I kicked my poles as I was getting on the lift and they BOTH went flying. I have never done that in 30 years of skiing. No problem, I will just ski down and get them and it will be fun (I think) with no poles given that much powder. We get to the top and Jeff covers for me and we figure out they are sending them up. That was okay but Jeff had to wait for me while I waited for them. A...Jeffie, would you like another Dr. Pepper? Okay now, Finally. Here we go again. Flying through the powder - like no other feeling in the world. I was destined to live in the state with the 'Greatest Snow on Earth'. Jeff's technique is art. Going up the mountain again Jeff is adjusting his ipod. Oops. There goes his glove. Oh, crap. Well, that will be fun retrieving that from where is fell! I say "No problem for me (??) I'll go with you and you just cut off half way down and go back over under the lift and through the trees and you'll probably find it and I'll just go down ? that ? - right there ? - Hmmm - am I joking?" Standing at the top, I'm hoping I haven't ever-in-Jeff's-life made him mad because, really, was this in MY plan? I don't think so. I look at him and remember all those unfortunate time-outs when he was a kid. This could really be payback time for him and he could be laughing all the way down. Off he goes in a hurry and he is long, long gone. A deep breath and here I go on my own. He came up with the prize and I was proud of my effort. He's a fabulous teacher and, seriously, a beautiful skier that I think has missed his calling in life. He should have been the instructor for the Senior's Powder Class.
