Bonus Hay

Thanks to 52 inches of fresh snow on the mountain, we managed to fill up again last night. Actually, the mountain canceled a ski race, which led to about five cancellations and then we still managed to book everything up. That puts our 11 day total at 162/166 room nights rented.

Tonight, however, we only have eleven rooms booked, so unless we get a flurry of last minute reservations, we should finally start to slow down a little.

I went skiing yesterday afternoon but in spite of all the fresh snow I was not feeling great. I thought maybe I was worn down, but after cutting out after just a couple of hours, I came back and did some throwing up. I and L had been sick, so it wasn't a total surprise, and it was not as horrid as the last time I was throwing up, which was when I was driving to Toronto with my cousin in 2007, but it was still bad timing.

M was very nice and handled the vast majority of the endless parade of new check-ins, hot tub nonsense, and needy, high-maintenance guests. Some of these guests are still in the front room, as a matter of fact. In spite of all this snow, some of them are not happy; the local mountains are on wind hold with some 50 mph + gusts following the storm.

I feel bad for them, especially after they clawed their way into the north country in the middle of heavy snow, but some of them are kind of whiners. The smaller resort to the south has a different position on the mountain and I told them they should go there. More than one room, however, turned up their nose at the suggestion of skiing a smaller hill. What's better, though, to ski all that fresh powder on the smaller mountain, or to look up with a sad expression at the big mountain from the front room of the inn?