My favotite thing about skiing in Taos is how if you stop to catch your breath on one of those heavily moguled shutes -- it's pretty high up, afterall, for an Eastern metabolism -- a 70+ year old woman will come blasting up and say, 'are you all right?'
Sounds like a truly excellent vacation. Good for you. And welcome back home.
you can get really high up on the greens
A nice feature.
Yeah. West of the CD skiing is a whole nother thing. Despite never having lived west of Florida, I've never gone skiing east of the Rockies, which is to say, I'm spoilt rotten.
And the manners you speak of? I think that's fairly common once you get out of the Northeast corridor. Different paces of life and all...
I'm glad you had a great time. I've never been to Taos, but based on what you say, I'd go.
TD -- If you're a good skier, then TSV is even better than LB describes. Only problem: the snowboard ban can make it tough to take the kids. Upside: interesting demographic, as kids, and their parents, have gone elsewhere.
Huh, skiing. I guess when I was in Taos it was the middle of the summer, and it was all about visiting my parents' hippie friends from college. We picked up a nice painted cow skull, though.
So did Buck wind up having a torrid affair with his romance-novel ski instructor?
No, the romance-novel instructor would have to seduce LB, perhaps by helping her find a better fitting pair of ski boots using Mystical Native American Spiritual Techniques. And then, she returns home, full of longing, but then, but then, his post-doc in biology architecture comes through and he moves to New York, where they meet again at a swank party.
There's probably some great orgasms right about here.
There's probably some great orgasms right about here.
Taos should change their advertising slogan to this.
Yeah, but what did you eat and how was it?
No, no, I googled it. They make gay romance novels.
10: I think you're confusing romance novels (even the gay ones) with another form entirely.
In about 10 more minutes, there will be enough snow to ski in Bethesda. I'll post pictures later in the day. (We're celebrating Chez Carp.)
Here in S. Arlington I am wondering if I'll get to the Kennedy Center tonight for the Bolshoi's Don Quixote. The snow is beautiful and very inconvenient. Ah well, I can go outside and play.
10: Mostly we bought food and cooked it -- we were staying in a little house we rented near the slopes. (Right by Arroyo Seco, for anyone who knows the area). I did take your advice and go to Joseph's Table one night -- while it was lovely, and the food was wonderful, we made a mistake taking the kids. They were good, but they were too tired to make it through a formal meal happily, and the food was over their heads (although they both liked the rabbit in red wine very much, and ate bread otherwise).
Dude, GO TO SEE THE BOLSHOI. And tell me all about their hands.
And 1: Yeah, saying that I ski like a grandmother is an insult to all of the grandmas blowing by me down the black diamonds. My ski instructor was a grandmotherly (pushing 60, maybe) retired programmer who was pointing out the really high trails that she hiked an hour from the highest lift to ski most days.
I guess "Arroyo Seco" sounds better than "dry gulch."
there will be enough snow to ski in Bethesda
One of the defining features of DC-area life seems to be the inability to deal with snow. Have they declared martial law yet? Is school cancelled for the upcoming week? Are there riots at the local Winn-Dixe as people fight over the last loaf of Wonder Bread?
Idealist, you don't understand: Washington DC is a Sleepy Southern Town that never gets snow. Therefore every winter, when it snows, the whole area is really surprised.
The DC area does too have a way of dealing with snow. It involves lots of panic, but there is method to this madness. This must be the plan because it happens so often.
Tomorrow they declare martial law. Today is a fun day.
(But I do need to buy milk. Aiiiieeee!)
Hmm, no comments from the Flophouse. We might have to send out a patrol.
20: I remember visiting my sister in Annapolis in January 1989, and going up to DC for the day after six inches of snow fell. It was ridiculous -- the streets were unplowed, and middle aged men in suits were throwing snowballs as if they'd never seen the stuff before.
DC, like Hollywood, is a place where image always trumps reality. Those men thought of themselves as living in a Sleepy Southern Town that Never Gets Snow, and this allows them to blot every single past winter out of their minds.
It's magic snow they get in DC. It is fluffy, icy, and white, but also imbued with the ability to kill the brain cell that stores the memory of having seen snow before.
Our fogetfulness is a blessing. We recieve each snowstorm with child-like wondre and awe.
I just cleared 2-3 inches of wet, heavy, snow off the car. The trees look great. Even the ones that are bowing down the power lines look nice. Finally we have what winter is all about (the ice storm 2 weeks ago is not what we like).
15:
Coolness. For years, I've thought Joseph's was the best restaurant in the state. But sometimes I think El Monte and Geronimo (in Santa Fe) have edged them out. It usually depends on who has the more inventive menu.
I'm missing the snow?! Crap. My trip back to DC tonight might have some complications.
Also, according to family lore I am distantly related to Kit Carson. I've never been able to verify this, however.
The fourth and fifth paragraphs of the post are great. My culture shock on coming to school was all in the other direction, so it's interesting to see how things look the other way.
Ideal, we don't have Winn Dixie. At least not North Of The River. (That's Our River, I'm obligated by law to point out whenever it's mentioned.)
The snow is heavy and wet, but skiable, and I took a good dump winding through the trees down at the park.
The DC thing about snow is just impossible. Considering how much we actually get. Schools will be closed tomorrow, for sure. (Since I moved here, I've been saying that there are five words clearly not taught in the public schools in DC: don't, walk, no, left, and turn. Maybe the day they get to that part of the lesson is when they have snow storms.)
MattF, Carson's ancestry is out there, and I know I've seen it. Shouldn't be hard at all to see the relationship (or lack thereof).
30: Isn't it more sanitary to take a dump in a toilet?
Crap, snow? I'm about to fly down to Baltimore for a business trip and drive up to White Marsh and then Belcamp. I hope x95 is cleared well....
The snow has stopped here south of Our River.
DCA closed briefly to clear away 3-4 inches of snow, but it is open again. DC has now declared a snow emergency. In Arlington the plows are out. I expect to get to the ballet on time.
I figure Matt F will get back OK and I'm sure that I95 will be cleared. I395 is outside my front door and is slushy with light traffic. It sure is pretty. I took a few photos and I've added some to the unfogged flickr pool.
It all turned to rain north of Our River (and none of it belongs to you people to the South, dammit!) and it's kind of a sloppy mess. I went into DC briefly, and roads (arterials) were just wet in Spring Valley etc. We'll probably still have schools cancelled, because of weather conditions upcounty, but there's no snow starting about 100 yards from my house all the way to the schoolhouse.
Glad I skied before lunch.
Another lawyer in my office just got back from Taos. His instructor was a 71 yr old man who hitch hiked to the mountain every day.
I am ready to return to the West to ski. Snowshoe and Wintergreen just do not cut it.
JM: What about their hands? you mean what they do with them, as part of the gesture, or what condition they seam to be in, or what?
Takoma is a defunct record label.
eb, you like in takoma park? my mom lives there.
like s/b live
also, do you like steamroom?
I'm in the district, but close enough. I'm not such a big fan of steamroom.
South of Our River the rain came mid-afternoon.
So I was able to join a friend for a big steak dinner (Mooo!) and then to see the Bolshoi. The precision of movement (such as hands) is great. But the artistry and athleticism is just amazing. Don Quixote has tons of set-piece dances and although I get tired of them after a while (same problem with some other 19th century stuff) I still enjoy the virtuosity. The woman who played Kitri was wonderful.
This is ballet (dance) season for me. Romeo & Juliet (Kirov--not as good as ABT's) last month. Edward Scissorhands (very effective) last week. This coming week is NYC Ballet and Midsummer Night's Dream.
Saw the Bolshoi's Cinderella this week at KennCen-- I was not totally sold, but Svetlana Zhakarova in the lead was gorgeous and one of the spunkier Cinderellas around. I'm going to Friday's Midsummer Night's Dream. (Pro football is over, March Madness hasn't started -- balletic interlude).
45: Zhakarova s/b Zakharova. Oh the shame.
I saw the Bolshoi's Nutcracker a few Christmases ago. I think I'm spoiled for all other ballet companies.