dreaming.....

[DMC]

Looking towards the Chute...
Standing at the Lunch Rocks.. Just walking to the base of the bowl under the Chute seems too far... :)
But you pick up your stuff and trudge through the soft snow to the base of the climbing steps... Of course the steps don't start right aways so you start the mellow kicks to get to the steps..
It's not so steep now...
Ahhh - the steps... cool... Now it's just a matter of one step then another...
You start counting steps... 1,2,3,.....20 (rest a little)... Then you try for 25 - you make it and before you know it your almost to the entrance to the Chute.
At the entrance to the Chute is a novice platform to either side some years - this year just the left. The line-up is big - and the counting stops... People are just hanging out on the platform... You glance up the Chute to scope out traversing accross the entrance... But you just can't figure out how to get past the 3 foot deep runnel thats loaded with sluff sliding a good clip...

"Come on - start skiing - thats what your here for!!!" One by one they drop into the bowl and clear the space and the line starts to move.

Entering into the Chute the pitch starts to get a lot steeper. You climb into the shadow - a rock wall to your side. the gap between the rock and the snow is about 1 foot across...

Step - step - step - step.... Your now on your hands and knees as you step - step - step...

((((( Now somebody else finish the story!!!! ))))

[M@]

Some guy decides to stop about 30 feet above you, and as you look up to give him that, "Thanks for the avalanch sashole..." you realize his skiis look really, really long.

The next thing you notice is his faded wool pants, and his boots look kinda small.

Then it clicks, it's Toni Matt. He smiles when he sees your suprise.

And he says, "Come on- start skiing! You wanna hike forever?"

He takes another turn and he's standing just above you. You slam one ski into the mountain and snap your boot in, knowing what your doing. You've seen these walls, you've walked this floor. As you get the uphill ski on you grab you polls and look up just in time to see Toni leap a good 3 feet into the air, practially right over you, and land with both planks pointed directly down the slope. He doesn't appear to be touching the snow as he departs your view, and as he emerges from the chute you hear the crowd roar, and it's louder than a Phish concert.

<<next?>>

[elwood]

You hear music playing... It's not Phish, it's Saxman. You can hear the saxophone as clear as if Saxman were 5 feet in front of you. Quickly scanning the horizon, you notice there is not a cloud in the sky, and that brings a smile to your already tanning face. Your smile only gets bigger as you anticipate your first kick off of the wall. You hear your buddy, who is patiently waiting behind you say, "Go for it, you can do it!"


"F it... I'm gonna schuss it." You begin to lean down hill, and you kick up your skis. Next thing you know, like so many times before - your skis are pointing straight down the slope....


(batter up!)

[oldman2003]

you look down the slope and some sicko has just cut you off . He's riding a inflated truck tire tube.The crowd senses an event and the calls go out TUBE...,TUBE....,TUBE.tube: Now there are three thousand T.F.T junkies screaming the roar is deafening against the headwall.........

go for it :tube:

[DMC]

The volunter Ski Patrol see's this lunatic coming through the Chute already starting to bounce and deangerously close the the runnel.
Without hesitation they run to the first aide cahche..

[Jolly J]

Dude on the tube, is like the captain of the ship and hangs on till the bitter end, as he slams into a huge booter that some kids built at the bottom. As he hits the snow like an explosion, parts fly in all directions. The tube, the bottle of Jim Beam, his cowboy hat, and him self all flying is separate directions. There is a brief silence from the Lunch Rocks, but this dream is a happy dream, and this cowboy will live to ride again. He staggers back to his feet as the crowd goes wild, you can't even hear Saxman it's so loud.

It's now your turn to shine. You jump over the runnel, like a **** star and continue to rip down the headwall....

<<Next>>

[DMC]

You catch the edge of the runnel wall and it collapses causing your tails to fall into the runnel with your tips pointing straight up.

>>>>

[M@]

You seem to hang with your skiis slowly rotating futher upward and your head spinning towards the ground. Everything is in slow-mo, but the lunch rock crowd is laughing in real time.

As you rotate to near horizontal you crouch down and push off as hard as you can while rotating to pull a half twist back flip and land it dead center of the little river of snow and the roar from the crowd reaches a new level.

<<next>>

[RR]

Faces bluring by, then one stands out...no, not the face, the frosty long neck is held out, offered up, a gift....

<<NEXT>>

[DMC]

Your skis are locked into the runnel and pointed straight down the falline - picking up "mad" speed... You reach for the longkneck - just like a kid reaching for the brass ring on the carosel. Why somebody decided to open a beer in the middle of the Chute is anybodies guess.. But right now it doesnt matter.. "Must have beer".

>>>>>

[elwood]

You barely snatch the beer out of the extended hand. Your speed is now blistering. You can feel the heat underneath your skis. The wind is blowing hard in your face. The wind is blowing so hard it is difficult for you to breathe. Your blood is pumping like hot lead through your veins. The back of your throat is dry, and you decide to take a drink. There you are, coming down the middle of the chute at a breakneck speed, and you have a beer completely upside down. You are pounding it like it is water!!!
>>>>

[RR]

Woody Allen interupts to point out that at some point there will be consequences for punding the long neck so fast...

Mel Brooks whips off his toga and smacks Woddie with it and attemps to steal the brew from your hand.....

Tangled, they fall into the runnel as Saxman plays "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes"....

<next>

[Jolly J]

YOu dream to your self....What the h@ll is Woody Allen doing at tucks????

Next....

[DMC]

Jolly J:
What the h@ll is Woody Allen doing at tucks????
Next.... Complaining about soemthing - I'm sure...

[RR]

Note: Dreamers are having "interior" moments, but a pun on this would be the dreamer looking up at the object being dreamed and query "is this a dream?" Such moments are interior to the aformentioned interior moment...

Hence, the greatest living master of the interior dialogue, asserts a presence in the dream, fortunately we are rescued from neuroses by the Woody's personal nemesis, Mel Brooks, who makes a pass at the dreamer's beer just to claim a fee...

now is that clearer?

<resume>

[elwood]

Clear as mud.

[M@]

You finish your run down the chute and look back up to what you've just come down.

At this point you notice the ravine is empty except for you. You look to the lunch rocks, empty. You look to the trail leading out of the ravine, empty.

As you try to remember where everyone went, a solitary figure appears above the lip. You look into the sunlight and realize it's a beautiful naked woman. A few moments later another georgeous centerfold, also naked, skis up and stops to her right. Every few seconds another naked bombshell stops to the right of the last one until they line the headwall from the lip to where your vision stops at the chute.

The first girl gives a yell, "LU LU LU LU LU !" slams her poles together above her head, and drops over the lip. This naked girl is NOT schusing, she is turning every few feet. We're talking major jump turns here. You get the picture?

After she's about 3 turns in, the next one does the same, and the next and the next. As each one slams her poles, the next one stats the "LU LU LU LU LU!"

"LU LU LU!" Slam
"LU LU LU!" Slam

Now there's dozens of these women coming over the headwall and down the chute.

You realize they are all converging on you...

<<<Next>>>

[DMC]

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING...

The alarm clock goes off...
Somebodies building a teepee

[RR]

Only Woody Allen could put a Busbee Brekely chorus line of naked women on the lip at Tux...Mel Brooks wouldn't be there, he's got "High Anxiety"
;)

[DMC]

ahh - but wasnt it the Monty Python guys in the movie - Meaning Of Life - that had the topless roller blader girls chase the guy off the cliff?

Remember the guy got to choose how he would die?

[SkiStooge]

This thread REALLY makes me NEED to go skiing! I hiked it last weekend and did a lot of dreaming about the upcoming season. Just not the same as with snow. I must be really addicted! lol Have fun, be safe. Al :skistooge:

[M@]

Okay, chicks on lip sorta inspired by meaning of life rollerbladers. Jeeshe, you guys get every reference I make!

Is Un-ba-leaveable.

[DMC]

M@:
Jeeshe, you guys get every reference I make!
Birds of a feather....

[NH_tele]

Damn alarm clock... ;-)

Seriously, happens everytime

Anyway, let's hope the snow starts flying soon so we don't HAVE to write this, we can actually go out & ski it!