Chapter four: Bound for home

The sun returned at last, and even though it took its sweet time to get here I was happy as could be and stoked to start our three day Super-G block with the speed team. My impressions of the track were that it would be flat and easy, but after the longest T-bar ride ever it became apparent that there would be some challenges including snow that was…questionable at best. The day got my heart pumping though and was a good intro back to speed. My skiing and the conditions improved each day, in short I felt more like a ski racer and less like I was going to explode somewhere down the course. Being back on the hill made the days fly by and before I knew it I was looking at the last three days of potential skiing, I say potential because there was a big mother of a storm lurking somewhere on the horizon. GS kicked off no problem, and then slalom the next day and theeeeen that storm we heard about decided to drop by. It wasn’t nearly as bad as people had said but the 30 cm rule was in full effect putting an early end to our camp.

Fog? ...what a surprise, but was I worried? okay, maybe a little.

An hour later, Boom, we were above it.

Of course not every day was so nice.

Skiing through tornado force winds

My "get away" car on the last day.

Thanks to the boys for a sick camp despite the weather. Also a Huge congrats to Sasha  for skiing his way to a WC start in Levi! (for those who don't know, he's the big guy next to Phil...and Phil is the goof throwing gun hands at the camera)

So to give you the most vague summary I can, I went skiing, there were good times and bad times, fast runs and slow ones, improvement and frustrations, and then we did some other stuff too. I'll check back soon.

Morgan  

Chapter three: Insanity

Picking up where I left off, weather had come in and there was snow in abundance. I had hoped to write how it was just a little storm and the snow had been traded for sun again…but no such luck. It turned out that the storm was actually fricking huge and treated us to four days of gnarly wind and every kind of precipitation you can name, I’m pretty sure there were even some kinds that they don’t have a name for yet. Needless to say when you make me, and all the boys for that matter sit inside and NOT ski we start to get a little nutty. Let me get the dictionary out and express too you just how bad its gotten, because let’s be honest, I’ve got the time. “Insanity” is when you repeat the same actions but expect different results. Now think about that as I let you know how the days have gone this week. First I wake up and right off the bat I lie to myself… I say, Morgan, it’s nice out there, you’re going skiing. Next I stand in the lift line and keep myself from being trampled to death. Now I am up the gondola and in the lodge, boots are on then, the pin is pulled on the day and I return to the hotel to continue perfecting cabin fever. Night comes and I repeat. There are some plusses though, the company has been great and at the very least we are all going crazy together as a team. 

The morning it all started..

Later that day

This is about the best I could see up there

Seeking shelter from the storm

The rain was so bad people just up and started crashing there cars...it didnt make the weather better though

I played games to pass the time (sorry no ones in it, its hard to photograph yourself)

With all our spare time Sasha learned to catch fire.

Sorry for dragging on about nothing, I’ll skip to the silver lining. I’m pretty darn sure we will ski some Super tomorrow and the days to follow are looking brighter as well. Keep your fingers crossed until next time.

Morgan

Chapter two: Sun, snow, and the time between

I have arrived and put my feet down in Europe at last. It took cars, busses, planes, escalators, elevators, luggage carts, trolleys, and when I had no other option my own boots to get me here but at last the travel is done. Luckily for me I got myself so tuckered that my body forgot all about jet lag and the transition was smooth as can be. The days started to blur together the moment they started and now a good few have past. During them I saw a whole lot of bluebird and sunshine, perfect tanning weather and for those of us in ski gear, perfect goggle tanning weather. In my hopes to keep this blog running smoothly I will keep the endless talk of explaining each and every run to a bare minimum. Unless of course it’s just the best run ever, then I might ramble on a while. For now I’ll say, my work on confident parallel skiing is coming along, my “French frying” is getting faster each day. That takes care of the sun, but I also mentioned snow in the title and that’s for good reason because as far as I can tell, the ice age has started. Snow is uuurry were. The storm has claimed a day of skiing but is providing the much needed base for the speed track so let’s count this one as a win. Enough with the talk for now, the time between is below. 

Our private training venue 

Ghetto agility...and no, those hurdles arent forgiving.

Turns out that when the farmers mow the fields here they also compete in death race

Town of Hintertux.

#loveselfies with the boys

Classic hipster sponsor shot...don't hate me for it

With snow came fog, I thought we would get above it...

...well we got IN it...so I was almost right

Thanks for checking in, i'll make sure to get some action shots to follow but for now thats a wrap, singing off.

Morgan

This little beaut is for anyone who made it to the bottom of this chapter, the boys checking out the product after a good gun run. 

Chapter one: Departures, Gate A23

And so it begins, my first of many blog entries. Apparently starting is the hardest part, especially when you are writing without any idea or thought in your head of what you want to put down, but pencil is on paper so to speak and here she goes. I am, at this very moment sitting in the departures section of YYC people watching and waiting. Neither of which is going all to well, it seems that the interesting people are always looking when I try to take a picture, so thats been going no where. As for the waiting, I'll give you some advice, never, ever, show up to an airport 7 hours before your flight, enough said. Carrying on, this is sort of the mission statement for Pridy&Blog. What I would like to do is use this forum to show pictures, videos, and whatever else I come across to whoever is taking the time to read this. Part two will be to share my thoughts, experiences, stories, and what happens to be on my mind at the time. Prior to this, I tried for many days to phsyc myself up and get a Twitter account, but it just never happened, I thought hey that stuffs #tootapped anyways and I like the idea of putting photos up because really, who wants to read when they can take in the images and be done with it. Speaking of which,

My private jet...but it became apparent soon that I actually had shared ownership with 300 other people

The underground portion of my 5K Frankfurt  walkabout

Someone on my flight was packing a tiny tiger!

"Guten Nacht Morgan" "Good night to you too Hintertux" 

Now chapter one comes to an end with me sitting in bed at the base of Hintertux. Tomorrow skiing begins full swing and nothing would please me more than to get back on the slopes. Chapter two to follow shortly, just as soon as it writes itself.

-Morgan