Sore
Skiing is hard.
Jackson got 2-14″ overnight last night, depending on the elevation and slope, which ordinarily would be fabulous news. There were two caveats:
- it was pretty thick, wet snow
- I was on skis.
I was skiing by myself most of the day, so I headed for lines that I would ordinarily be stoked to be on with my snowboard. Bad idea. Second run, I lost a ski in the “powder” trying to navigate some trees. After lunch, I hit an open bowl, and I was destroyed - every turn was a struggle. Here is me taking a rest in the middle of Cheyenne Bowl, counting down the meters until I reached Nick Wilson’s and could crack open a PBR tall boy.
Anyone who claims snowboarders chew up more powder than skiers hasn’t seen me on skis. I called it quits at around 3:30, then waited for Meagan to join me. Before we headed home, there were, as always in Jackson, a few dogs begging for attention.
Tomorrow we’re taking the day off and doing a wildlife safari. I’ll enjoy the break.