Riding...

As the snow is fast getting thin around here, which is strange by all accounts, we went riding at Bromont yesterday night... its cheaper to go then and way quieter than normal.

Whats weird is to be on the mountain all alone at midnight riding down lit slopes.. its cool, very soulful but strange none the less. Its a good mountain, its warm enough that the ice has turned to slush. This means a number of things:
a) its fast
b) if you fall over you get very wet (thank god for snow pants)

Kris found this out as we're teaching him how to ride... thus far he's doing good. He's picking it up quickly. He's spending alot of time on his ass but thats usual.

Sure beats dryslope...