The Hundred Dollar Cookie

The snowboard trip to Eagle-Vail (located in between the cities of Eagle and Vail) went rather well I think. My dad and his complete disregard for rules never ceases to amuse me. Two examples:



1. It costs one hundred dollars for a lift ticket for one day at the Beav. (Beaver Creek). On the up side, there are free (delicious) cookies everyday at 3:00.



Anyway...



It was almost three and I wanted a cookie, so I sped down ahead of everybody else. Unfortunately I still didn't make it in time. I leaned against a post to wait for Luke and my dad.



My dad zooms by. "Where are the cookies?"



Me: "We missed it, its 3:25."



Dad: "Hey, look! That guy's got one! Over by the escalator..."



He steps out of his skies and bee-lines it over to the escalator. A man on a mission. As soon as he begins his descent down the crowded moving staircase, he notices the woman in the white chef uniform and hat traveling UP the escalator. And she's carrying a platter!!



My dad reaches across the bridge that separates the escalators to grab a hand full of cookies from the tray. Of course, the woman is traveling too far too fast, and my dad doesn't have a good grip on the dessert yet!



No worries, he just runs up the descending stairs. Children in stiff ski boots and women in mink fur hats are mauled in the process.



But he's not a mad man, just oblivious. "One-track mind", some might say. Besides, he had the right-of-way.



After indulging, he pocketed the remaining cookies unwrapped. Later he would present his prize to his lovely wife.



Oh the crumbs...."and that's the way the cookie crumbles"



2. The second event:



We hike up a trail to the entrance of a marked off run. "STOP!" it warns. Meanwhile we are surpassed on our hike by two young ski bums in Oakley sunglasses.

Dad: "hey how is it up there?"

Ski Bum 1: "It gets pretty hairy up there. There's lots of hidden cliffs and tight trees so if you don't know the mountain really really well you will probably get lost."

Dad: "Oh I know the mountain"
(He doesn't)

Ski Bum 2: "It's not skill level, its just that visibility is bad and you'll probably get lost."

Dad: "Okay thank you, let's go guys!"

(Why does he even ask people for their opinions?)

Luke: "come on Dad I don't want to hike back!"

Mads: "Dad you couldn't even find the lodge!"

Me: "This has 'bad idea' written all over it."

Dad: Throws down skies in a raging manner. "Alright fine, if you guys can't do it..." (anger and sarcasm!!)

The challenge was there. He had lured us into it. It was actually pretty great but he was 1 for 3 on similar situations. (Although, I did happen to find an old ski (circa 1970) buried beneath the snow on one of these disaster runs when I hit a tree. Its okay, I wear a helmet)