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


Santa Shreds Jackson (Ho, Ho, Ho)

Today, Santa came to Jackson.  Okay, it was me in my crappy Santa suit still covered in beer and liquor from Santarchy 09.  But, Santa came ready to party.  Again, the mountain's early season conditions, while not ideal, were awesome off the second tram car.  Ridding down Rendevous Bowl at 9:17 A.M. is a good thing.

Great runs were head in the early morning hour and exploration occurred.  One trip found us down a bowl lacking snow but having many many bumps the size of Volkswagons.  

The Santa suit though, is a very good.  While most greeted me with a smile or a Merry Christmas, a few scrooges just looked irritated.  They get coal.  As does the child that smacked Santa with his glove.  I know where he sleeps.  He will feel Santa's wraith.

After a very festive round of warm rumplemeinze and Silver Bullets at the Bridger Gondy, Santa and Cupid were feeling quite loose.  The intoxication though lead to finding some great lines through the woods.

Sidecar came out in style, grabing a pair of skis and hitting Teewinot.  Later on Justin Credible showed up and hiking missions commenced.  Up a line above Casper and again above Moran Faces.  A short 10-15 minute hike through waist deep snow led to the best turns of the trip. 

What will the rest of the week hold?  Powder hikes?  Spicy Margs?  I'm sure all of the above.

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