A crazy, ill-advised mad dash to Utah resulted in my snagging of some epic conditions for the last two days. Sadly, work and personal life sent me home packing early, right before the real storm hits tomorrow night. Oh well, even when everything else feels like it's going to shit, skiing waist deep blower still can temporarily erase the rest of the world.
Great to see (or meet) you fools, all of you. Woodsy, Lumpy, Squirrely, Jeremiah, Z-Bro, Buster, Bum Z, Natty, Altachic, Altatude, Kristin, Treskow, Midget, and especially my traveling companions Truth and the ever hospitable phunk, who let me sleep on his futon with no warning, yet again. I promise not to make a habit of it really, but when you keep spooning me in the middle of the night, really, what's not to like?
Some pics from the trip:
Solitude:
View From A (Brief) Window:
Buster, Balls Deep (With Audience):
Phunky Scopes (And Shortly Launches It):
An Alta Smile:
Next up, hitting the same storm here in CO...![]()
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