08 January 2007

Pomegranate Powder

Thursday, Friday, Saturday: all powder days!

Saturday morning, SS receives a call from the Fat Boy. The Fat Boy advises, "The Snoqualmie ski areas lost power and they're closed. It doesn't sound like they got that much snow. I'm going to Wipe Ass for the weekend."

Damn, Fat Boy! Dough Boy is in town for this one weekend, but we still can't get you away from your three-hour drive to the resort. Oh well.

The day totally sucked. That is, it sucked the succulent seeds from a juicy pomegranate (The rock-climbing equivalent would be Bomber Granite. Can you stand it?) and spit us perfect wind-packed powder. Forbidden fruit on a high-avy-danger day? How could you stay away? For bitten fruit: Give me the loot!

Old E proudly displays an SS logo in urine. Interesting that he's already regressing. See that proud smile? "Daddy, look what I peed!"

Old E looks good on his new skis.

A closer shot of the chronic topsheets

And we leave you via a beautiful skin track through the woods.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Fatboy missed out. The doctor Sjue should've advised against such stupid behavior, and told fatboy that the doctor would break trail.

Fatboy out...

1:16 PM  
Blogger SkiSickness said...

Oh please oh please oh please let me plead, beg, and make every effort to convince you to grace me with your presence on a powder day. Hand-holding is olding.

1:34 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sky must you always talk about gear?

3:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

PNW sucks, Colorado's the place to be. Don't forget the kneepads, Fatboy.

3:08 PM  

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