Sweetest boots this side of the Alps

Jason and I decided to sluff work last Monday to take advantage of the 16" of freshies that had fallen overnight. The snow was incredible. Our day started with a run down the Cirque where I heard Jason giggling like a like schoolboy. I've never heard the kid so happy. The way the snow collects there is just prime and results in greater overall accumulations. I'd say it was somewhere in the ballpark of 2' deep. The whole day was amazing. We were all over the entire mountain. We hit first tracks down Mineral Basin, followed by a short hike up High Baldy and then on to Road to Provo and Little Cloud bowl. Everywhere was so great.

Jason was also super excited to showcase his sweet rear-entry ski boots circa 1968. Notice the vintage sunbleached casing detailed with light pink and baby blue racing stripes. Garaunteed to encite envy in the hearts of onlookers and snowbunnies alike.

You know you're living the high life when...

So this past weekend I finally moved into my new place. Saturday morning after taking Debi to the airport I sat down to eat a delicious bowl of Quaker Oatmeal Squares. I soon discovered there were no bowls to be had in the entire house. But, since the house had recently been rented out as a ski condo, we had no shortage of goblets. So yes, I improvised. While eating I had an uncontrollable urge to stick my pinky out and ask somebody for some Grey Poupon.