4 days of truly epic skiing has to come to an end for us mere mortals I guess. After that amount of time our knees starts screaming, legs start aching, and my back muscles felt practically bruised even though I hadn't fallen. Unfortunately this meant that yesterday we turned south and headed back to Salt Lake.
Tuesday night was another one for the books. Started chill at the Pourhouse, meeting up with some of my friends, then we headed back to R Bar so the guys could play some pool. I ended up meeting some cool dudes who work at the Yellowstone Club, one of whom claimed to be a rep for Shaggy's Skis. I guess I'll never know the truth of it, but it's always fun to talk skiing with strangers in bars. My goggle tan has come in nicely which pretty much establishes that I'm a skier from the get go. We made it home and ended up finding out the next day that Matt had left his phone in the cab. That makes Jeremy the only one on the trip not to lose his phone; kudos man.
We stopped in at the closing Helly Hansen in Bozeman and the best ski store in the world (Roundhouse Sports, love you guys) after grabbing lunch at Naked Noodle with my parents. Then we hit the road. Straight through it's only a 6 hour drive through some pretty great country and the guys let me drive the whole way so I was happy. Being carless makes you crave driving, even if it is a car that someone got stuck on a snow bank and was out of sync.
But now we're back in SLC and we'll be hitting up Snowbird a couple of times because we can. This has been a truly spectacular spring break with great friends, jaw-dropping vistas, a fair amount of alcohol, and more fun than can be accurately measured.
I know spring is here, but keep riding, find that spring corn and lean it. Just don't do it in shorts because ice burn is no joke.
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