Big Air

I have never worn a helmet while skiing. But it's probably not a bad idea...especially because my reflexes may not be as razor sharp as they once were. Of course, this would only be a concern if I actually DID go skiing.

Hey, I might. After all, it was those fabulous Spring Break trips I took in college that drove me to move to Colorado at the first opportunity. On those trips, my roommate and I skied from the moments the lifts opened until they kicked us off the slopes in the evening. And we skied hard.

I'm sure I've told the story of when I skied with Jean Claude Killy and Spider Sabich (pictured above), so I won't re-tell that tale. And somewhere, I probably have photographs of the one-piece green coveralls that Mickey and I bought at K-Mart and then sprayed with Scotchgard to try to make them waterproof. (The idea was to avoid having to buy expensive skiwear. But in retrospect, the investment would've been worth it. Scotchgard was not designed for the level of snow immersion we experienced, and when our "Texaco" outfits got saturated, it wasn't comfortable at all.)

Anyway, Tanner is visiting, and he and I are going up to Breckenridge for the day. We probably won't ski, but it'll be fun to hang out at a ski resort. I'll be sure to tell him all my tales of college-era skiing exploits -- timber bashing in deep powder, getting hundreds of millimeters off the ground from catapulting off moguls, and picking up exotic Euro babes apres ski.

Well, OK, the babe-related activities were more aptly describes as "annoying them" as opposed to "picking them up," but at least we were trying. I'm sure I'd have scored big-time if I were solo, but my friend Mickey was not the best wingman. (He was charming enough, I suppose, but still hadn't quite figured out the inverse correlation between female desire and male public displays of explosive flatulence.) I'm sure I'd have done better if I'd have hung out with Spider.

Or maybe not -- his real name was "Vladimir," so I'd probably have been forced to beat him up for being a commie. I doubt that's why Claudine shot him; she was French, after all, and therefore pretty much a commie as well -- but nobody really knows what went on between them. Perhaps he said he thought Kirk was better than Picard or something.

Anyway, the point is that I hope to post pretty pictures of snow and stuff in the next few days. Very few things are prettier than ski slopes in the Spring. Have a great day!