A couple weekends ago, I was lucky enough to get back West to do some snow skiing. While the trip was short (Friday morning until Sunday night), it was jammed packed with kick ass times. I honestly can't remember a trip when there wasn't a lull where my mind drifted elsewhere or I stopped having fun. This trip rocked from the word go to the word stop.
Friday morning I found Bob and Bridget waiting in my street at 4:30am for the ride to the airport. The flight to Salt Lake City dropped us at about 9:30, putting us on the road by 10:30. We were to the St. Regis Deer Valley by 11:30 thanks to Bob's AJ Foyt driving skills. It kind of reminded me of Mr. Wolfe from Pulp Fiction. "That's 3o minutes away. I'll be there in 10."
The hotel was by far one of the best I've stayed in. It ranks in the Top 10 on Zagat for ski hotels. I was pretty amazed by the place, prices included. The ski in/ski out couldn't get any easier, and was completed by some little punks that would put my boots on and take them off. A god send for someone who just skied for 6 hours and drank a flask of Crown Royal. Who needs a St. Bernard when you have your own? I'm not relying on a fat dog to bring me shit.
Long story short.... Arrive. Ski. Party. Sleep. Ski. Party. Sleep. Snowmobile. Party. Fly home. Still partying. Do 100mph down Hwy 70. Sleep. And if you are Bob, be hung over for 2 days. Here is a video of the snowmobiling. Make sure you have the sound up a the beginning for a quality documentaion from Bob, the driver.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCqHtqaf8IU
This was the first trip of the year and it is going to be hard to top. There are many more in the works. Perhaps these bikes won't get used that much afterall. 2010 is going to be a good year!
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