Rocky Mountain National Park
Fantastic weekend in Tahoe, celebrating Joy's birthday & getting in some turns in the Sierra. I plan on writing a lengthier post about the trip, but, for now, here's a video of me going head-over-heels (shouldn't it be heels-over-head?) in a few feet of powder, at Squaw Valley. It's the most violent spill I've ever had on skis- I did at least 3 somersaults, and my skis never came off! (Probably a good thing, since I likely would have lost them.) My goggles and hat even came off, but I did find them, buried beneath 2 1/2 feet of snow. Perhaps my favorite part of this video is the sound- I give a little "whooaap" right when my tips catch, and then a pained groan after I finally stop rolling, followed by Matt laughing. He did ask if I was ok, after he stopped filming. After this video is a clip of Matt, showing how it's supposed to be done.
Jen's first backcountry ski experience
You really get spoiled growing up in St Paul, where St. Patrick's Day is basically a city holiday. In Denver, they held the parade last Saturday. Huh? At least there's plenty of green to be seen on people around here. Although I'm proud of my Irish heritage, and a fan of the drink, the drunken buffoonery and "everybody's Irish for a day" thing gets to me. I haven't really gone out on St Patty's Day in a while. I work until 8 tonight, then will head over to Hurley's for a Guinness or two. I didn't have my computer at work, but found a couple tunes online to post. You can't go wrong with The Pogues!
Leaving work at 6, and the sun is still high in the sky.
Yep. Maybe I'm not such a good blogger.
