The other day, while shopping, I got a craving for licorice allsorts, actually I’d been craving them for days, and decided to satisfy it right then. However, the only licorice allsorts I could find, came in a giant box, like the sort of box one might find under the Christmas tree. I briefly considered going to another store, hoping they would have something smaller because I don’t need a whole kilogram of licorice allsorts. But going to another store was not in my plan, so I thought, what the hey, and I bought them.
I managed to eat quite a few on the drive home. Feeling somewhat sick I hid them in the bottom of the freezer, forgetting all about them until today. So HELP ME, because now I’m forced to blog about my licorice allsorts self-made addiction, in a supreme effort to take my mind away from eating every last one of them right now!
There was a huge sale, up to 70 percent off, on the coveted skate ski equipment a few weeks ago. So, of course, I bought everything, boots, bindings, skate skis and poles, despite the fact I could barely walk at the time, long story. I’m walking fine now, but not running or doing yoga or skiing. There is acres of fresh, cold snow outside and I feel incredibly bummed out and impatient that my body is taking so long to heal and I can’t try out my new equipment.
One of the books I’m reading is Walter Isaacson’s biography of Steve Jobs. None of what he says about Jobs is surprising because I’ve been a Mac fan since the early nineties. I subscribed to all the Mac magazines and eagerly looked forward to every edition of tidBITS. I picked up the Penguin edition of Stephen Levy’s book, Insanely Great, the life and times of Macintosh, the computer that changed everything, off the remainder table at Coles books for $1.98. Reading it, helped to exemplify and cement my feelings, that loving and using Macs, made me a member of some kind of underdog but an exciting cult.
For the record, I’ve owned a Mac Plus, Powermac LC 580, Powerbook 1400, blueberry iBook clamshell, eMac, Two white Macbooks, original iPod shuffle, iPod touch 2nd generation, ipad2, and my newest Apple gadget, an iphone6.
On boxing day we struggled out of bed and drove for 2 ½ hours up the highway to Powder King. The trip usually takes 2 hours but bad road conditions and continual lovely snowfall forced us to drive slower. We arrived a ½ hour after the lifts had opened and at the same time, the buses arrived. Lineups for lift tickets were insane. The lineup to pay for a room at the Hotel, (acto trailers) was non-existent. That was good since otherwise, we may not have got a bed. Everyone else had the foresight to prebook. By the time we had paid for everything, it was after ten AM when we hit the fabulous powder. Despite the unheard of people bottleneck at the bottom, the slopes were just as deserted as they always are. I think the new terrain they opened up last year has conveniently helped to swallow the crowds. The other good thing was the mild, minus 5 degrees temperature. I was able to leave my down jacket in the lodge.
The next morning we awoke to more fresh powder, the same mild temperatures, and even bigger crowds. Lift lineups were longer and crazier.
It was definitely the best 2 of days of skiing I’ve had in a long time.
We’ve been skiing at Powder King for 14 years. Powder King opened in the 1960s giving its owners a raison d’etre for naming most of its runs after Beatles tunes. In the 80s it was a thriving resort called Azu renowned for its powder skiing. Sometime in the nineties, it changed hands, the resort took a drastic turn for the worse. The day lodge and hotel fell into disrepair. The willows on the ski runs were allowed to grow unchecked, although the amount of snow the area received soon covered them up, rarely affecting the skiing. In 2006 a young couple bought the resort. I interviewed them at that time for an article I was writing for Northword Magazine. You can read it here. Heidi and Jim have done a fabulous job of getting Powder King on the skiing map, fixing up the day lodge and hotel as well as cutting down all the willows and opening up the old terrain which was once part of the old Azu ski resort.
Every year Powder King looks less and less like the hick hill down the road that only the neighbors know about. But, despite the new owners attempts to get PK on the front page where it can compete with all the other BC ski hills. We know that underneath its shiny coat of ski wax it still is the old Powder King we know and love.