Another great day of corn skiing at the 'Bird. We did a couple of warmup runs with Vince F after he approached us on the tram (hard to miss the Bros and almost 11 year old girl on teles), then played off Bushwacker's sun-following methodology from Friday: start in Mineral, shift left to Baldy (after a too-early jaunt into Little Cloud), finish up on Little Cloud, then a last run skier's left down Mineral so we could take the chair up to avoid hiking and download on the tram.
We almost didn't get a second day at all, though.
Last night, girly-girl and I decided to go down to Sandy for Chinese food for dinner. She and I both had headaches, despite hydrating, which I chalk up to the altitude gain.
As the dinner arrived, she visibly took a turn for the worse, looking positively exhausted. She couldn't eat. We got to-go boxes and headed for the car.
No sooner are we back in the room than she started projectile vomiting. Fortunately, she got herself into the bathroom before much gets anywhere. After five or six rounds -- who counts? -- she gargled a bit to get the taste out of her mouth and took a bath.
While she was in the bath, I went online and verifed what I already knew and feared: vomiting and headaches are both symptoms of altitude sickness, and once symptoms set in, the only real cure is descent. So I was dreading having to pack up all our stuff, cut our pre-paid stay short, find a hotel downhill somewhere, and try get on an earlier plane home.
But as we were talking, I could hear her spirits lifting. She'd gone a while without puking, which was a good sign. So I suggested that we get some sleep, not set the alarm, and in the morning, we'll do whatever she decides she wants to do. (She responds that she doesn't think this means we can drive down to the 7-11 and spend $50 on candy, and I concur.)
This morning, at 7:15, she wakes up, says she's feeling better, and informs me that she wants to go skiing. Without me even asking what she wants to do. And with her skier's thumb black and blue from yesterday.
I'm a really lucky dad.
If you're skiing Snowbird tomorrow and see a just shy of five feet tall girl teleing on a pair of pink, orange, and yellow Line Celebrity Minis, shout out happy birthday to her.