Wet socks
In my defense, yesterday evening was NOT cold. Not warm, but not cold. Sure, I knew that theoretically it was supposed to snow a couple inches, but I was planning to be home well before the storm. But you know how it goes; one beer becomes three plus shots. Next think you know you’re sleeping...
Obligatory Ski-Life Metaphor
You either have so many choices—such a wide expanse of space, a million lines and a million options—or you have none: a death-defying, boulder-scraping drop off the end, a last minute bail to avoid a tree-trunk, one wrong step and it’s over. You choose your path, the wide frolic or the narrow chute. It’s harder,...
A Ski Video: March 2010
Ski videos are as integral to the ski bum way of life as half-price pints of beer, dollar tacos, and hitchhiking. Please pardon the abominable, er, skiing.
Powder.
Powder days are what ski bums live for. Four, five, six, seven, eight, ten, twelve inches of fresh, fluffy, soft and forgiving sparkling dust from the gods. Powder days are a reason to call in sick, play hooky, get up early, stay out late, rock hard, dance hard, party hard, and pray hard for ever...
