Happy Fake Love Day

So for about a week I've been in hell after having my wisdom teeth pulled (all four) and being on medicine that we didn't realize I was allergic to until after 6 days. Nausia, no eating, a chickmonk face, ect.... I couldn't wait to ski.

But finally some snow in Colorado! After a seriously dry month in January, Colorado finally has a fat storm sitting over the Rocky Mountains. To celebrate, on Valantines Day I brought out my big boards and headed over to Bever Creek with a crew to hit up tons of fresh, light, fluffy powder. I was santa clause! I needed a snorkle! I'd come out for breath after a run and everything was white... and I didn't even fall. Now, I've avoided Bever Creek successfully my whole life that I've lived in Colorado and boy, what a mistake. Sure the main mountain is boring and full of too many people in tight black stretch pants and huge Gucci glasses, but outside of the backcountry gates and up for abour 30 minutes one can find some seriously great terrain... A pillow line here, a steep peppery drop there... Sometimes some stuff that you actually have to back out of. I went back again for another day on the 15th to find that the snow had compacted a bit from some wind defection. Nevertheless, fun was had my legs are now beat. I think all the lodges at the Creek must now hate us all since... we brought our own lunch! (No one should bay $11 for a 1/2 pound hamburger... unless it's got the elixer of life. Well... we also made a huge mess of our appitizer of saltines, mayonase, and relish.

Now the storm is still sitting here, but CDOT has decided to close the highways, and even A-Basin has resorted to only having one little lift open. How silly.

Next I'm on my way to New Mexico to try my luck against the alpine big mountain girls at the Taos Salomon Extreme Freeskiing Championships.