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.