Rumford: What a Day it Was

by Jack (aggressively embellished by Colin)     [ed. note: racing photos will come in a later post]

We rose with the sun like zombies from the grave. One aesthetically pleasing (and scrumptious) breakfast of oatmeal and eggs later, we piled into the van for the ride to Black Mountain (“Home of the $15 Lift Ticket!”). After a throughly inspiring playlist from Enrique on the ride over, we jumped out of the the van and were instantly slapped in the face by a type of cold that would give a polar bear a run for its money. However, being the can-do team we are, we fought back to set up camp to claim a coveted spot in the lukewarm ski lodge.

The U16 boys were up to bat first and the cold was not backing down so they bundled up and did the best they could with what they had. Equipped with puffy coats and enough hand and foot warmers to defrost Siberia, they set out on a run in the elusive search for warmth. Strong warriors. Masters of the art of skiing. The race was hard and fast. Malcolm had to ask for directions while racing on the course! It happens, people.

Sara tells Dennis about her race

Sara tells Dennis about her race

Bring on the U16 girls! A warmup of running laps in the parking lot would have to suffice for these young ladies. It was still cold as the women toed the line, but Johanna, Perrin, and Sara fought their hardest up High School hill and took the downhills quickly and with a smile.

Finally, the older men took their rightful place on the course to show the crowd how it’s done. Chris, Colin, and Erik raced through the hills, swerving between the various college skiers and had a blast. Chris even caught a ride with George, a JNT alum and Colby skier.  Paddy Caldwell, a JNT alum and Dartmouth racer, also won the men’s race by over a minute. Colin claimed to have had a bum warmup that left him rather sickly until his climb up High School Hill which kicked things back into the usual grind for him.

The men in yellow

The men in yellow

After all the races were finished and the van was packed, it was time to retire home for a shower so cold it would put hair on your chest and an intense but short lived game of Pictionary and Apples to Apples before our Burrito Bonanza of a supper. As Colin put it, “The shower felt like a very tall man was peeing on me…”. But the farmhouse has been good to us this weekend and we have nothing to complain about.

Pictionary into Apples to Apples

Pictionary into Apples to Apples

Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots (who knew this was a game??)

Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Robots


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