Well the season is officially over. Last weekend was the last weekend. I ended up going up Saturday and Sunday to the hill. Saturday with my wife and daughter, we only did three runs then got lunch, since she's five. Still fun, and we have to make it fun so she doesn't flip the fuck out everytime she falls.
Sunday I went up solo and ripped. It was nice and warm, and I just did park laps with music on.
I ended up bailing incredibly hard on a front board, and tweaked my wrist, bashed my head, and bit my tongue and lip from falling backwards off the rail and slamming. It was awesome, until that point.
The little scanner thingy the lifties use says I got up there 28 times. Not bad for a full time working dad guy.
One day I'll win the lottery, and just do endless winters and ride the rest of my life all day, everyday.