The Bacon Strip

Yesterday, John, Jerry, and I packed up the mutts (Salomon, Blue, Eddy, and Smokey) drove down to the south-west side off the lake. enroute to our destination wasn’t to impressive as far as the looks of snow was concerned. We’re just hoping to have enough to skin on. We new the snow coverage would get better as we ascented the hour and twenty minutes to the top of Jake’s Pk. The usual shenanigans took place with the mutts - Smokey and Blue gang fucked Salomon for about the first fifty minutes, then they realized the climbing wasn’t stopin any time soon! They fell in their respectful places…I could of sworn Smokey was trying to catch a ride on the back of my skis until he caught one on the chin…yelp!
We made it…I expressed concern for our plans, John said, “back to the car I guess.” Jerry and I just looked at each other. We droped with eyes on each other, beacons peeping signals, and escape routes in mind…this was the ‘deep end’ and holy shit was it deep! The dogs looked like snow weasels with their heads popin up and down through the snow. Deep pow, open tree runs, with a few technical chutes to negotiate. Needless to say this warranted another lap with hesitation from John An Eddy, but we all made with smiles on our faces and pain in our lungs. Another lap of true Tahoe backcountry face shots…porn style bitches! Back to the Bridge Tender for food and drink…have to say it was a good day with good peeps. I don’t know who had more fun, the dogs or us?!?!?!?!?!?!  Back for another round tomorrow.

Take Care mi amigos,

Miguelito