I realise that yesterday’s blog was rather lengthy, so resolve to keep day 3 short and sweet.
After coffee and bagels in Starbuck’s in Harrah’s we set off to collect our valeted skis and poles. The first half hour was taken up climbing into our boots – why is it that with all the advances in ski technology in the past twenty years that getting into – and out of – boots is as strenuous and stressful as it was when we first took up the sport in 1987?
The weather was cold and overcast, and strong winds at the upper levels of the mountain meant that the lifts and runs available were very limited. We were compelled to take an overcrowded shuttle bus – along with a cacophanous bunch of brash Texans on their spring break – to the Stagecoach lodge in Nevada, which we reached shortly after 10am. The skiing was confined to just a handful of runs, though it was enjoyable nonetheless. The highlight was Janet’s spectacular back flip from a standing position as she was about to push off on the Olympic Downhill. One nil to me!
With a heavy storm approaching in mid afternoon we finished skiing around 1pm and had lunch at Wolfgang Puck’s cafe in the village – even though it’s a fast food outlet that man still puts out great food! My four cheese pesto pizza matched the cajun shrimp pasta from the night before.
The snow set in as forceast around 3pm, and had covered the road at lake level within an hour. It did not stop for the remainder of the day, dumping well over a foot on the mountain overnight. Seeking escape in our room I wrote yesterday’s blog and watched a great profile of the Giants’ 2010 postseason heroics whilst Janet braved the hotel’s swimming pool.
We trudged through the roadside snow to Cecil’s Steak and Brew for their excellent Jack Daniel’s drenched half chicken before returning to the hotel for drinks and a modestly successful i.e. breaking even session on the penny slots. We went to sleep wondering whether the incessant snowfall would jeopardise tomorrow’s skiing plans.