There isn't too much to write about Thursday. We woke to a heavy snowstorm, so I had no intention of going out. I don't like not being able to see where I'm going - and I don't like being cold. Paul went out, promising to come back at lunch time if the snowstorm stopped, but it didn't. He said the snow continued all day up the mountain, and the wind was fierce. The snow did stop in town for a while in the afternoon. While it was clear, I took some photos out of the windows - I thought it was too cold to go out. This is the view from the bedroom window, along Ridge Road.
The snow ploughs and scrapers can't keep up, the snow is falling so fast.
This is the non-view from the living room
The trees right in front of the window shut out quite a bit of the light. You can see the snow lying on the branches; the strong winds soon blow it off.
Paul came back very cold and tired, saying he had enjoyed himself but was glad he had put on an extra layer of clothes.
Today (Friday) we awoke to a fairly bright start to the day, and learned there had been another 6 inches of snow (15 cm). Paul decided this would be an auspicious day for me to have a ski lesson, so we took an early bus and I joined a Level 4 lesson. (Paul usually takes level 9, or Level 8 if the level 9 are very young). I managed the lesson and didn't find most things too difficult, but by the time we stopped for lunch, my legs were starting to feel a bit wobbly. We had skied twice through the trees, once in deep snow, and once I tense up in fear, my legs quickly give out. We had also done quite a few exercises, and Paul said I was skiing a bit better - though most things I have learned go to pot as soon as I am on a steep slope. We ate our lunch at Ten Mile Station. This is the view from inside.
You can see the day looked very grey and cold - it was so cold that very few people were eating outside. Paul's fingers were very cold, and my toes were freezing, so we had to wait for a table inside.
After lunch, we skied down to the ski school assembly point, but my legs and knees were feeling too worn out to do much more, it had started to snow again, and was bitterly cold and the teacher was suggesting a Blue Run. I thought it time to call it a day, so we caught the bus back.
It took a while to walk from the bus stop down French Street to our condo, as the snow was deep and the ski boots are heavy.
The snow plough had scraped the road, though more snow had fallen since it had been done. The pavements (sidewalks) had not been scraped, which was what made walking in the ski boots difficult.
Paul decided he was tired as well, and stayed in and had a snooze. I had some oxygen, as I was feeling very breathless.
Later, Paul made a quick trip to the supermarket for milk and said the snow was so deep by then along French Street that walking was difficult even in hiking boots.
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