the rabbits are coming...

passing thru...

We'll call them T, D, and G...to preserve their online anonymity. Anyway...they were en-route to Calgary and planned to 'stop by' to say hi. Being a designated 'pass thru' town we were determined to snare our visitors for the whole evening. We made elaborate preparations...we stocked up on booze, kept feeding them once they arrived, kept commenting on how bad the weather was, researched and quoted nasty highway statistics, trivialized their destinations, called 'our friend at the pass' to ask for advanced conditions and any intelligence on closures for avalanche control. When the time came, after a little debate, for them to keep going we encouraged them out the door and wished them well. As soon as the front door was closed we were spying through the curtains...waiting for our crafty psychological time bombs to start popping. In the dwindling daylight we could see their movements slow...uneasiness was starting to set in...they looked around a little lost-like. Bingo! "T and G are ours...D is in the car...give her a second.." I reported back from the living room spying position. Sure enough, some 'logical' process descended on D and the 3 of them were welcomed back with open arms and kudos for making such a logical and responsible decision!

We did a little tour of Revey...

And we imbibed...heavy on the local brews...

Note that the blurriest part of that pic is D's hand reaching for her beer. T and G, after many hours, came to a grinding halt but until all the beer was gone D's hand was as quick and accurate as Billy the Kid's. James & Verena & Erin were nice enough to give us some live entertainment...as was Rob with his 'small breast theories'...and D's 'Ralph-bucks, I Love Money' soliloquy...

Samurai math...

Really...it's hard to explain this one. Lets just say that sometimes shit happens.

head in the clouds?

For a number of days Revelstoke residents have been walking around with a dreamy look on their faces. Perhaps it's the lactic acid...or the holiday cheer...or the turkey Tryptophan. Or maybe it's that new hill 10 minutes away with high-tech lifts, long runs, low/no wait times. The idea that we'll have it to ourselves until it catches on makes some giddy. And that we can still have our touring and on powder days take the 'flying couch' to the top...it's like having our cake and eating it too...which would put anybody's head in the clouds.