White Pine Two

Back up to further explore the Tri-Chutes Bowl. Katy, Eric, and I broke a trail up the back of the bowl - through the trees - and skied a nice shot in the trees and into a gully. Decided the snow was a bit thin so hiked over to the low angle Tri-Chutes apron and skied. A pleasant time was had by all.

White Pine One

West Side/East Side (Apparently the Tri-Chutes bowl).

Matt, Paul, Evan. Buds.

Reynold's Big Water

Wednesday Skiing with Matt and Paul, and Paul's friend Ann.

Nice day.

Snow

Pole Line Rocks

Pole Line Pass
D. de Fur Man and I dusted off the skis today and cruised our way up to the ridgeline between Alta and Cardiff - Pole Line Pass. The world was our oyster, and the day couldn't have been prettier. The kind of day I think about when I think about skiing.

Rocks though. Why do there have to be rocks? Did ok (for not knowing how to ski) and managed not to hit too many too hard, but I tried to turn right over the top of a few sharp baby-heads and fell on my hand. I'll survive, but this is not the kind of day I think about when I think about skiing.

Blue Blue Blue Blue

Big Cheese Fur Man

Superman curls - seeeexy

Twilight Splitboarding

Matt and I hiked up Mill D on Saturday afternoon/evening to see for ourselves what was all the hulabaloo over the recent snowfall. It was a grab-life-by-the-horns moment. You know what I'm talking about, if you've ever grabbed anything by its horns.

It got pretty dark on the descent, so we took it slowly - skiing split on the splitboards. A couple dork-out moments by each of us made sure we had a good amount of snow down our pants, and a surreal pink sunset ignited the pines around us. A perfect first tour of the season.

Hundreds of miles away Paul felt our ski-vibrations and called my phone just as we got back to the car. He's coming on Thursday to hang out and ski for a few weeks, I hope by then our snow meets with his approval. He's no fun when he's angry.

Some Green Eggs

There was an old (ish) woman (Katy),
Who lived in a Shoe (condo).
She had so much Ham, she didn't know what to do.
So she had a Ham Party,
and invited her friends (and me).
And all came prepared
for Ham Debauchery.

[it rhymes you know]

And well, it occurred to me to bring Green Eggs to the Ham party. You get it, I'm sure. But Eggs? To a party?

Well, I said to Heidi Beth:

Would I? Could I? Make Green Deviled Eggs?
Should I? Er, Can't I? And,
How does one? If one can, Make Green Deviled Eggs?
And is one 'L' or two 'L's most proper in spelling?
Deviled or Devilled? Both are correct?
Websters ambivals (not a word) - sits on the fence.
One 'L' is efficient (that's eficient to you, Webster),
And two makes 'El' Pair-o.
Crap my poem is completely derailed-o (derailled-o).

Oh! They were atrocious! Radioactive Cancer Causing Eggs! Devilled, indeed! But they were a hit at the party! I feel my bid for popularity and acceptance amongst Katy's most "inner circle" was well received. I have of course set the bar high now. Future social engagements will require further flits of bril(l)iance and much much much more food coloring. Inevitable is my failure, as is my blindness from retinal food-coloring poisoning. But today is a good day. A Beguil(l)ing Green Devil(l)ed day.