No pictures as I again met up with a Colorado stock broker who had hired a guide for the day. Seems that he had lost his confidence since his ski buddy had fallen in an egg-beater fashion the day before. The buddy was intransit to a hospital 120 miles away for surgery of a compond fracture to the tibia & fibula. Bones protruding and all. (Just say ouch). No open surgery slots on the day of the occurance, (go figure) so they dopped him up for the night and transported him the following morning. I learned this from the guide at the end of the day, as we started to discuss the fall mid day, the stock broker stopped us saying, "let's wait till we get to the bar for that!"
So what is the healthy ski buddy to do? Hire someone to ski with so he doesn't waste the day. We have a saying in the Larabee family that applies here, "You have NO friends on powder days!"
Guide was a New Zealander named "Fly" (think of pest) that provided a fantastic tour of the mountain. He showed us runs that I had not skied the other four days on the mountain.
The Coloradan invited me to ski with him in Breckenridge next month. I may take a rain check on that offer.
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