bə-lō'nē mō'gəls(n.pl.) 1. A group of drinkers with a shredding problem. 2. The combination of snow, booze, and metal.


Mashed Potatoes Dont Scare Me (Jackson Hole Day 1)

Day 1 of Jackson Hole. Life is very, very good.

So today was super blue bird. And frankly, way too warm. After a great run off the tram to start off the tram (tram 1 of the day), we were sweating profusely and began the stripping of layers. This place is total "utah cold." Hence, 30-40 here feels like 60-70 back on the East Coast.

We really did a lot of exploring today. Off the tram, off the gondola, off the apres-vous chair. Basically hitting the farthest left and right terrain that was available. Because they haven't had snow in a few days and it was super warm today, things were super heavy and edges were digging in real deep. This place was bumpier than a high school kids face and lots of jump turns were imperative.

Tons o fun were had all over.

Food and sauce and booze were had at the Cowboy Cafe. We certainly found ourselves in a delicious moist state.

Runs were then had on the skiers left of the mountain and some mini-park shredding was done.

Finally the Kelly's headed back - skiers not pleased with the heavy snow - and myself, Dong, and Brown had some drinks and enjoyed a game of Jackson Ball. Jackson Ball a course a game played in flat light on bumped groomers when a few drinks are consumed. Long story short, much snow was slammed against heads and one bear himself hugged the ground, forcefully.

They are calling for snow and cold the rest of the week and we're looking forward to it. Time for many beers and apres-ski time.

Pictures can be accessed to the right. I would more thoroughly post in more detail, but one Dong is demanding I join him in the hot tub.

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