After a morning skiing some decent fresh lines, we hit Corner Pocket restaurant for some lunch and for a demonstration of how to use the GPS for the afternoons geocaching.
We split up and set out, looking for point 5 as our first target. 80m...50m...20m...12m... Both units were pointing between 12 and 15m up a completely fresh powder field. DOH! After a quick scavenge around to check there was nothing buried we admitted defeat and went off to the next point. 2 hours later and we had only found 2 of the targets, so we trapsed back to the day lodge with our heads hung low. On the plus side, in the hunt for #8, we realised we had a discrepancy of nearly 100m between each GPS, so gave up and dropped into Morning Glory for our powder fix instead!
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Pin from the geocaching box - I know which side of the Atlantic i'd rather be on! |
All in all a great week on and off the mountain, but the night was still young. A fair few beers later we went to our 2nd Ghostriders hockey match. Spirits were high and it wasn't long before we were all joining in with the locals mockery of the goalie, who was in this case nicknamed 'Turtle' due to an unnatural neck moving habit he had. Riders won 7-1 and the celebrations carried on over to Kodiak bar, before eventually heading to the Royal nightclub, well and truly inebriated!
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Trying to retain compusure. Not succeeding |
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