Sunday, June 13, 2010

Day 16 - Turn Towards Denver

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Woke up to more new snow this morning. I am beginning to tire of sweeping the car off each morning. Seriously, it's getting old.

Everybody in my hotel got up at 4AM to go shoot something.

No skiing today. I rolled down the hill into Denver. The roads were pretty well covered the first third of the trip. I am glad I took the 160-112-285 route instead of the larger freeways. First, I don't think I would have saved any time going the longer route to avoid the passes; second, I would have missed out on some pretty cool views.

Today I stumbled into a kiddie holiday party that my cousin was hosting. I think she had thirty kids going apesh*t all hopped up on sugar cookies and Capri Suns. It had a nice holiday spirit. However, hasn't anyone heard of egg nog or grog for the adults? A little something to take the edge off? You can't spell Christmas without the 's', 'm', 'a', 's', 'h',or 't' which spells 'smasht' (or at least that is how it is annunciated after you've had a few).

I forgot to mention that I almost was asphyxiated by the snow at Wolf Creek yesterday. Hit a hidden rock with my demo skis and went butt over teakettle and face first into six feet of snow. Was kind of peaceful for a bit until the snow started to rush in around me. The snow was so deep that when I was finally able to get myself righted it took me fifteen minutes to get to my ski that was five feet behind me. I could not get any leverage out of my legs because of all the powder so I had to use my one ski as a pounding board to make a platform to shoot my way across the snow like a seal coming out of the water. I would have laughed if I had seen this from the chair lift as I am sure I looked like some sort of wounded manatee for a bit.


I just read in ski magazine that John Oates is a huge skier. I can't go for that.

I passed the 2,000 mile mark on this trip just before Denver. And I've still got some more seeing and skiing to do. Tomorrow I will tool around Denver for a bit. My grandfather grew up here so there is a little family history here.

I'll probably move to radio silence until I have something interesting to write about.
Hank

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