Skiing!!

Atop Mt Saint something

My beard is one piece of ice. so are my pants (thats because I was on my pants most of the way down:)
Wednesday was the first part of the Lech-Lecha trip (thats the reward the Bochrim here get for acting Jewish for a month) And since Canada has already frozen over like a frozen-over something (man I'm tired), because as mentioned numerous times on Ottawa unplugged Canada is eagerly welcoming it's favorite season early -as we speak (or whatever we are doing now) according to theweathernetwork.com it's -9 C and it feels like -18 C with "ice pellets" (I'll just say it's snowing)- So we decided to use it to our advantage and go sloping. (or skiing, depending on your expertise. I went sloping.)
So Rabbi Berger tells me that were going to a place about 15 minutes away. So I'm thinking in translation thats maybe half an hour. But then Shoch finds out that this place is closing at 4 and now its like 2 meaning by the time we get going we'd get there just in time to watch the ski lift come to a grinding halt. So instead we're going to a place 2 hours away. So in translation thats 2 and a half.. well I'm hoping.
So just three and a half hours -and thankfully no Shoch inspired 360s-later, we are at Mt Saint Francoire or something. And I'm trying on for the first time these things called snow boots. which are these things you wear that connect to the skis. They also happen to be of very hard substance so to prevent you legs from buckling under you. This results in sensation that you are walking in cement boots. (all this became very crucial later on)
So what does a first-time skier do? He heads for the bunny slopes. How to find the bunny slopes? simple just ask the most seasoned skier around, namely Ari Eagle. Mistake number one! Never ask a stoner for directions. So anyway Ari says "yeah, just take the ski lift and go to the slope on the left, it pretty easy". Like why would you go up a lift to get to a bunny slope? but what do I know?
Anyway to make the story a bit shorter I basically ended up learning the hard way. And after every tumble (there were many of them) a battle would ensue between me and Steve, my ski, who would absolutely refuse to reconnect with my cement-like boot. Especially when I'm standing on a slope and trying to hold myself from sloping further down this slope. sheesh! well in short (I mean really) I ended up braking my glasses on one of my dives (dives sounds more professional) and I had a total blast besides for all the times that I didnt. and I'm looking forward to the next time we go skiing. And I'll remember to bring along Stanley as well as Steve (JK its not that bad)

This post is dedicated to the one and only (because he is the only one who looks at this blog) Benny. (though that is kinda stupid to say cause if your the only one who sees this then who else?) He's going through a lot a stress trying to pull off this whole Florida thing, and I know you could enjoy this distrction. love ya Mitzvah Man!