It's getting to be the time of
season when we become very
picky when choosing our ski
days, either lots of new snow,
or lots of sun, not much of a
happy medium between the two.
However the need to ski
caused the Shust and I to override
that basic principal, out we went.
Breck received 4-5" atop glacial
ice and rocks on Thursday, just
enough powder to conceal the terror
that laid beneath. We only
hung 'round for an hour, it sucked.
The not so good news was that
poor road conditions near
the Divide and an accident further
down the road streched my
normal 1:20 minute drive home
to nearly 3 hours. That's about
4.5 hours in the car for
an hours worth skiing...
Devotion is what we call that...
Devotion.
Shust's(plural) on C bumps, a favorite.
March Mustache.
Tailights... Weeeee.
Tatanka.
Oh yeah, and I forgot to bring
March Mustache.
Tailights... Weeeee.
Tatanka.
Oh yeah, and I forgot to bring
a jacket today. This stunning loaner
was provided courtesy of the Shust.
I think that there may not
be too many more ski days
left so be sure view our last
remaining posts.
SurleyWulf.