I wake up and am warm. I find this quite exciting after a lot of cold mornings. I then realize that I am congested and achy. Great. I am not getting sick. I refuse. I go back to sleep for a little longer. I wake up again around 8:30 and decide I should get up.
I am in no hurry to get to the ski hill since I am sore from yesterday. I have found bruises all over myself; hand, arms, legs, and somehow one on the bottom of my foot. I go to make some breakfast; fried eggs on toast. I would usually add cheese but as mentioned before, they did not have any. Frying the eggs proved to be a problem since I had no butter, pam, cooking oil, or anything else to fry them in. I have a Costco package of cashews and remember that they are very oily. So I take a couple of cashews and rub them all over the pan. Hopefully this will work. I fry my eggs. The cashew oil seems to work OK. The eggs don't stick to the pan. Excellent.
I eat my breakfast and turn on the TV. The travel channel is on. I watch a program about exotic beach houses. I want to go to the beach! I turn on my computer and do some research on my next destinations. I am thinking about skiing and remember my favorite Olympic skier (who also happens to share my birthday!! Awesomeness!), Picabo Street. I thought her name was awesome when I was 6. Well, I guess I still think that. I remember that there is a run named after her at some ski resort somewhere. I decide to do some research on the matter. It is at Sun Valley in Idaho. Guess where I have to go now? At this point, the travel channel starts playing a show about Alaska. Hmmm, I will add that to my list of places to go! Ha! Around noon, I figure it is time to head to the ski hill. I get my gear on and head outside. I decide to drive to the ski lift to avoid walking up the hill again. In order to do this, I must clear 2 feet of very wet snow off my truck. It is about 40 degrees out so everything is melting. It takes about 15 minutes to get all the snow off. I head to the hill.
I pull out my Scott Skis. I love the skis. They do everything other than extreme powder. They are super light and maneuverable. I can do park (though I rarely do I am too scared I am going to hurt myself), groomers, mougles, light/medium powder, and ice if needed with them. The weather is clear today and the view is beautiful. I can see both Carson Valley and Lake Tahoe from the mountain. Unfortunately, the upper part of the mountain (elevation 10,000+ feet) is foggy. The snow is not as quite awesome as yesterday. It is pretty tracked up and wet. I still find a few untracked areas to enjoy throughout the day. Despite the snow not being perfect, it is still a good time.
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Awesome skis!!! |
I take the lifts up as high as I can on the Nevada side and then head over to explore the California side of the mountain. I had a blast skiing yesterday but I have not found the mountain too challenging. There are only a handful of black diamonds open and I am unable to find any open double blacks. I check my map and find multiple double black runs at the foot of the mountain. I decide to do a run from the very top to the very bottom of the mountain. This run is several miles long. I make it all the way down to the top of the double black runs. "Closed due to avalanche danger" Damn. I head back up the hill. I reach the top and am met with high winds and intense fog. It is about 3 and lifts start closing sometime between 4 and 5. I have to use the lifts to get back to the Nevada side and I do not want to have another shuttle bus adventure today. So, I make my way back to Nevada. It is just as foggy and windy over there so I head back to the Stagecoach lift. It is right by my truck so I won't get stranded and there are some fun runs over there. I make the last lift and have an awesome run through some mostly untracked snow. (it's too wet to really call powder)
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Nice View! |
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Still some untracked areas |
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The Cali side! |
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Kinda hard to ski in this... |
I head to my truck and pack up. I turn out of the parking lot and end up in a maze of condos. This is not Tramway drive. I finally loop around and make it back to the road. I make it back to my place and have a lot of fun parking in the tight parking lot. I really want a cheeseburger. I shower put on normal clothes. I walk outside and see a beautiful sunset over lake Tahoe. I get back in my truck and drive a quarter mile to a restaurant. (the hill is that bad. Besides, it is almost dark and I don't want to get run over) I walk in and there are no available seats at the bar and no booths. I end up sitting at a high table in the middle of the place. Since I am by myself I feel very weird about this. They have a cheeseburger eating challenge and I consider taking it. I look at it in detail and it seems to require eating a pizza, cheeseburger/teriaki burger/philly all combined into one, chicken wings, and something else. Ok, I am hungry but that is a little extreme. I look at their burger menu. I can't find a normal burger. I see a peanutbutter, egg, and pickles cheeseburger. Well I like all of those things, let's try it. It isn't bad but I think the peanutbutter overpowered all of the other tastes a little too much. Oh well, it is good to try new things and it certainly was not bad.
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Sunset over Tahoe! |
I drive back to my condo thing and again have a blast trying to park my truck. I am really happy I have not hit anything. Yet. So I am now blogging and watching Game of Thrones.
Tomorrow I think I am going to head to Squaw valley for some afternoon skiing. Since it was the place of the 1960 Olympics, I feel I should pay it a visit. I want to go sooner rather than later in hopes that the snow won't be too tracked up!
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I felt super cool taking pictures of myself but oh well. |
So very funny. Lets see if I accomplished this tiny goal.
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