I love bumps. Bumps, Bumps, Bumps
Torso still, legs moving, up and down, tight line, oh watch out five ahead, think quick, pick another line. When done right (which I don't do that often) it's like cutting butter with a hot knife. Groomer to warm up and cool down. Steeps with powder are always great and fresh corduroy is a pleasure (although not on steep enough a run), but those bumps just keep calling to me. Challenge me to improve and always different even down the same run.
I used to hate them with a passion. But that was when they punished me and I ate a lot of snow. Now they are all I really want to do - - better and better each season. My middle age body seems able to take it - and actually when done right they are easy, effortless and forgiving, especially with some fresh powder to slow you down. I'm not much of a speed freak. I just keep thinking I'm going to catch an edge and die. I could ski Pali lift all day - and I do.
Hall and Oats - is that some kind of hot cereal?
gr8ful for bumps