That's what happened right across the street today. We had just gotten home from the mountains and picked up our friends dog that we have to dog sit. I was sitting on the couch when I heard what souinded like a car wreck. Skidding car followed by impact- but then a bigger impact right after the first.

The second impact was in fact a Chevy Tahoe going upside down and backwards into a house. As you can see- it literally went through the front door. The middle pic shows the top of the front door. The rest of the door is gone. What you're seeing is the inside of the house.

I ran outside and called 911 as I headed across the street. Another guy arrived at the car right before me and I assumed that the two of us were going to be pulling people out of that truck. As the operator asked me if anyone was in the vehicle, the other dude said that nobody was in the vehicle. The driver had very quickly jumped out and ran. The one eyewitness apparently gave chase, but did not catch him. Holy shit- you don't see that everyday.

Fever the Amazing Snow Skier

That's right- I am a snow skier. The top pick is Heather, Scott and I on the lift. The bottom pic is me shredding it. C'mon- I was slowing down so that I didn't plow into Heather.

I tried to snowboard several times on Mt. Hood, but I was terrible. I mean real bad. I've been wanting to try skis for quite some time, but my knee injury really put it on the back burner. Then we moved to Colorado. 70 miles from Summit County. Several of the best ski resorts in the country. I had to do it. And do it I did. Skiing is so much easier than snowboarding. I tore that shit up. Lessons are for weenies. I just jumped on the lift and got to it. I barely even fell down until we went down a blue run. The blue run was a whole lot of me sliding on my ass. Whatever- I shredded.

Heather works with a guy who's parents have a condo in Silverthorne. Silverthorne is centrally located to several bad ass mountains. Friday night Heather and I loaded up the Jeep, threw the dog in the back and headed for the rockies. Scott, Natha and the girls were already en route. The weather outside was frightful and some people drove their cars into each other on I-70. The Interstate was shut down completely. What would normally take an hour and a half, took us 3 hours to drive. The Perkins had to come from Boulder and their ride was 4 hours. Oh well, at least we couldn't drive fast enough for the rear wheel drive Jeep to get into any trouble.

The condo was awesome. I'm talking about shag carpet 2 inches tall. They don't even make that shit anymore. Place was cozy. Perfect for the mountains. We got up Saturday and headed over to rent me some skis. It was snowing good and the roads were shit. We barely made it to the ski rental shop. While I got some skis, Scott and Heather put on the chains. We bombed out of that parking lot and cruised easily up to the slopes. I drove that shit right into a snowbank and we hoofed it over to the ticket booth. They only wanted $92 for a lift ticket. Almost free. Luckily Heather's Colorado pass has 6 buddy tickets included. That discount made it $55. That's a great deal for Keystone. It's like 3 mountains. Place is huge. I've never seen a ski resort like that at all. We had a beer at 11,500 feet. That's freaking high.

The only casualty was some stranger. I was on a really steep hill and needed to slow down before making a turn. I made a quick turn to my left to dig in and slam on the brakes. As soon as I turned I saw a mass closing in fast. Some snowboarder was just bombing down the hill. The collision was fierce. I heard the impact just prior to feeling my organs rattle around. My skis flew off as I fell into the soft powder. That dude was cruising before the impact and so he was cruising head over heels after the impact. He laid there for a while. He said he was OK, but I don't believe him at all. Whatever- it's his own fault. He's lucky that I wasn't hurt- cause well....you know- I would like- well I would do nothing. After the wreck, I located the run that I had been looking for all day. A trail that wasn't very steep at all and just meandered through the trees. There was nobody within sight for like 7 minutes on this trail. It was freakin awesome. I am a snowskier.

After not sleeping on Friday night, Eva and Kellia went down early on Saturday night. The adults boosed it up and played card games into the night. Good times. The Sunday drive home was a breeze. I think that I can get into this Colorado ski thing. I should have gotten that damn pass.

Back from Old Mexico

We are officially back from Mexico. Made it through the whole work week.



We left Mexico where it was 80 degrees and sunny every day. We arrived back in Denver on a Sunday night. We went straight to bed and woke up Monday to a snowstorm. I ended up doing a 180 on a major road during my commute. I was not a happy camper Monday morning.



I posted a few pics on Flickr from our trip. http://www.flickr.com/photos/15458578@N04/ We went to Puerto Vallarta for Jen and Steve's wedding. We stayed at a small resort south of town called Playa Fiesta. They only do weddings. The place is small. It sleeps 60 people. It is all inclusive. It was the nicest hotel that I have ever stayed in. It also happened to be on the ocean. There was no development on one side of the hotel, so the pool and bar areas backed up to trees, sand and water only. Not another hotel in sight that direction. Pretty bad ass.



Jen, Steve, Heather and I arrived on Monday afternoon. There were no other guests at the resort. The place was fully staffed for the four of us. I felt like a freakin' millionaire. I actually felt guilty that all these people were there to serve the four of us. We asked the owners to let them go home, but they insisted on the full staff remaining.

The whole gang arrived on Wednesday and we did it up that night karaoke style. There were a couple of casualties who were out before dinner. The next morning we went on a zipline canopy tour in the jungle where they filmed Predator. It was pretty kick ass. The bus ride didn't help some of those hung over stomachs. Thems was some shitty third world roads.

Heather and I made time to go sailing after the wedding. It was awesome. One of the staff at the hotel hooked us up. "Pato" met us downtown and showed us to the marina where we hooked up with captain "Chewie". His boat was about the same size as our boat back home in Portland. We saw a Manta Ray right away. It was about 20 feet from tip to tip. We rolled right up on top of it before it dove down. We saw a sea turtle as well. We weren't having any luck with the whales and then I heard Heather scream. I turned around to see a humpback whale come up from under our boat. He surfaced about ten feet from us. I could have jumped off the boat and slapped it. Afterwards- cap'n chewie said he was scared that we were going to hit it. He had never had one surface so close to his boat. It was amazing. Then the wind picked up and we had a lovely sail. Hell of a day I say. Hell of a day.

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