What Else is New?

Dad had mentioned the possibility of paying me a visit; an idea I suspected he would never follow through with but sure enough I was given all of 48 hours notice before he rocked up in my hallway. Go Dad. His arrival was welcomed by all. Along with Pappa Thorpe came ridiculous amounts of snow. 36 hours straight crapping down snow. Fresh snow is something that has been missing from Geilo for neigh on two months now.

Yesterday we hit the slopes and Dad found himself getting his ski legs back after two years by pounding through knee deep powder. Despite being a ridiculously busy time of year (the busiest in fact), I managed to get some time off to go skiing with Pappa.

Glorious snow. Amazing snow. We finished off a long hard day of riding with a solid 2 hour nap followed by after-ski at the highland hotel and on to Hos Martin for more shenanigans. Everyone was a little curious at first but Dad quickly blended in and chatted up a storm. Dad was happy to tell and many were more than happy to listen to Dad's pontifications about my childhood and general theorising on why I am the way I am. It could have been worse. The night carried on almost to closing time.

We awoke this morning after these dumping days to a pure blue sky with the brightest sunshine I have seen in a long, long time. The snow was soft and fresh, the lifts weren't particularly busy and the visibility was infinite. In a word it was the perfect day. We did a little off-piste skiing which had mixed levels of success...

I was on skis for the day to hang out with Pappa a little more. I am pretty decent on skis but I had never tried going through the park. Oh my god it is easy to jump on skis. I was getting huge air with no effort at all. Much more than I can on a snowboard. I wanted to take it easy but the temptation was too strong. I jumped higher and higher and even threw in a grab or two.

"Oh so this is what everyone is going on about!"

Run after run I said to Andrew that we would do just one more, just one more.... just... one... more. I hit one of the bigger jumps and got some serious air and landed with a little bump and kept on skiing... Something felt a little odd.

"Wait. What's this? Oh right, I seem to only have one ski on, I guess I had better stop."

Click. Smack. Ow. A searing pain shot up through my body coming from... my left knee.

"Hmmm, this feels a little familiar. Have I done this before?"

Having just come from the medical center 800 kronor poorer, it seems as though it is probably not all that serious; hard to say with any certainty until the swelling has gone down. So far it's rest, ice, anti-inflammatory drugs and crutches. Regardless of how things progress from here it is safe to say that my season has come to a close a few weeks earlier than expected. But yeah, what else is new?