Another interesting development today is I had my turner cones. Now, I realize to some of you that's no big deal, but put this in perspective: for 26 years, all I had were 42 yellow and 42 orange Poni-cones. That's 84 cones total. Well, now I have 100 Turners plus the Ponis. That's a lot of cones and makes for a course bigger than I have ever set before. So I had a 120-cone layout stretched out over 1600 feet (3/10ths of a mile) from the flat runout at the bottom all the way up about a third of the hill. Big stuff. Plus, with the Avalons and the Blackbird I was able to attack the course with a little gusto and not worry about any slip or grind.
I left here this morning about 7 and got to the hill around 9:15. It took me about an hour to figure out what I wanted to do and when I finally decided to just go for it, it took almost a half hour to layout that many cones. So around 10:15 I start skating and was able to ride uninterrupted til 12:30. By that time I was completely whipped. Trust me, skating down that hill is a mind-blowing blast, but going back up is like ascending Mt. Ranier. What's more is the grade gets steeper and longer with each trip.

So by 12:30 I was done. I got home about 3:30 after stopping for some primo BBQ at Ray Lever's joint out on the country. He still has the most incredible pulled pork I've ever eaten. If the weather permits I want to hit it again this Saturday or Sunday. If anyone in the Southeast wants to try their hand at probably the most unimaginable Giant Slalom course you can have this side of Aspen, let me know (again,) which day of the weekend works best for you. Hell, if things work out I might go ride both days.
P.S. If you think I'm BS'ing about this hill, ask Bill Tway. He's visited my favorite skate spot and can tell you that Parallel Drive can swallow 120 cones without even blinking.