A short clip of JaphyRider laying telebacon strips in Broken Glass Bowl in Mt Rose b/c - a surprisingly satisfying session on Saturday morning. Japhy and Wolfy dug a few test pits - they showed fair homogeneity all the way to the rock-salt layer at the ground surface, although there seemed to be some invisible stratification that resulted in blocky shear at about a foot. Conditions were still thin on some aspects, but hourglass & proletariat were smooth and soft, with the exception of a few krusty surprises underneath.
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Also from the archives - a colleague of the jerky boys, “Mark Knopfler” and the “She’s my Wife!” prank call…
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Sweet, you got a video with me standing right next to you when I didn’t say anything stupid. That was my 35 seconds for yesterday.
-M
Sorry guys, but I had family in town, as much as I wanted to b/c with ya’ll I had to hang with the bro and cousin. My intentions were to get out today…avy danger yeah?!?! I did mob some turn with all the yahoos at squaw though. Nothin like doin laps of pure torcher on a big mountain. It was fun but I’m ready to get back to reality!
Take care mi amigos,
Miguelito
what a day!!! The Shredder left early to earn some turns before volunteering with Adaptive Sports at Alpine, I slept another hour or so and checked the snow report. word on the street was 18″ overnight - nothin’ to sneeze at. the girls were turned around for not having tire chains (VW with 4x steel studs?!) so they missed any D.P. chances but went back to fulfill duties at Adaptive. the day’s activities were cancelled due to excellent weather and they hit the one chair that was operating, as long as it was operating. i think they got in 5 runs. from there, it was one long epic trying to get back home. crawling traffic, closed roads, and bad bad vis made it a challenge.
in the mean time i picked up H. Tater at 0815, assuming we’d miss the first chair swindle and get to endure sketchy drivers. we too were turned around, long before reaching the resort or even anything skiable. whatever. spent the rest of the day fartin’ around the house. geared up to make my own tele-skis (?!) and dorkin’ around with GIS software. and eating griddle cakes, eggs, and bacon washed down with Blue Ribbon.
long story short, the girls (and Smithers) were stuck in the mountains pondering how to get home. other less/more fortunate ones were stuck in town pondering how to get up to the snow.
at least the truck’s all loaded for D.P. tomorrow. better start workin’ on my sick cough…
J.r.
I swear by all that is holy in this land that I wept sweet tears of bitter dispair at the vile blight that did fall across the land on yester year day and spoilst the joys of the earnest of heart and merry of spirit into a long endured torturous road of hardship and sorrow. My heart wilst ever bleed for you and honor you unto mine ancestors.
-M
Another attempt to the Bowl this Mornin for torture laps that make me smile. Somethin weird about that. Yesterday, my feeble attempt led me straight back to the house where I met up with Nikki and toured for a few hours behind the house in the Greenbelt with the mutts…very deep back there! No skiin, just touring!
Looks like a Bluebird day…gotta go!
See ya’ll when I see ya’ll,
Nooner