Denton Hill

Well, we have arrived back home again safe and sound. This weekend, we traveled up to Galeton for the annual ski trip with John's family and friends. We try to make the best out of every situation, so I will say, "we had fun." First off, there is absolutely nothing to do in Galeton. The nearest grocery store is 45 minutes away. (that should be a hint that there is no mall even in sight!) Our room at the good old Ok Yoke had no heat and no hot water. It was a little miserable. So, we sat at the bar Friday and Saturday night, shooting the breeze with John's friends.

This was my 3rd time going here with John but I had yet to ski Denton. I learned here for the very first time though. I decided to purchase a lift ticket and go down 1 of the 5 slopes that happened to be open. (there are many more slopes, but the conditions never seem to be right for everything to open) I did a green dot with ease. Fell once, but quickly recovered. I decided to venture out to a blue square slope. (green is the easiest slope, followed by blue, then a black diamond, then double black) I became so frustrated with myself because I could not get down this hill without falling. The first time, I feel about 30 feet TWICE, and on my back. I did the hill over 3 more times and continued to do the same thing! I couldn't do it and was getting so frustrated with myself.
Anyway, back in the lift line, John's friends, Bob and Joe, broke the ski lift. They were messing around and both fell right before getting on, so the operator stopped the lift so the could get back up. Well, after that, the lift didn't come back on. The ski patrol had ropes and everything ready to get the people down who were already on the lift. It was a fairly pretty funny sight. For that, Joe won the squirrel award of the weekend.(in back): Bob and Amy Smoker, Linda and myself. (in front): Joe Madigan and John....

Just another night at the bar.....