Opening weekend this year was probably one of the best we've ever had. Not only had it dumped an unexpected amount of snow upon us after days of rain, but for the first time ever the Snowsports school was not overwhelmed with lesson requests. This allowed the instructing staff to get out and play on the mountain for large parts of the day. And what a fabulous day it was! Starting with a bit of cloud cover, by noon the sun had broken out creating what would be an ultimate spring season day... only this was at the beginning of the season. The sun later disappeared leaving the winter chill behind, and a bit of news that dampened the entire day.
Our mascot dog had been killed. In what seems like the most cowardly act, someone in the parking lot conducted a hit and run. A couple of snowboarders leaving for the day found him on the road behind their truck and reported it.
Our mascot was probably one of the friendliest dogs in the world, and absolutely loved being out in the snow. I can remember sitting in the morning meeting and watching him walk over towards me, sit between my legs, while giving me the "hey you're back! no scratch my back!" look. Last season we had fun playing catch and laugh at how he'd chase snowballs anywhere. This included up the steep inclined roof which the now deep snow provided access to. He was a bit protective of "his" territory and often let other dogs know this. But honestly, who isn't protective of their favorite stash?
We'll miss you my friend.
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