What the fuck is he smiling about?

Does he not see that gash on the bottom of his board?!
More importantly, doesn't he see the enormous fucking gash on the bottom of my board!? Geez!
That's it. I need a new stick.
I keep forgetting about the damage until I unwittingly immortalize it by taking a fucking picture of it.
Damaged goods, damaged goods.

Not that it really mattered on Saturday Night at Steven's. No new snow so still fast and hard conditions. You could literally strap on rough two-by-fours and get going faster than you would like.

Bruce was feeling it and we started informally racing. Not really wise but no one got hurt so....
Although I did have a lighting run going off of Hogsback before I blew a turn and cartwheeled. Fortunately, I had had a gin & tonic and a shot of Patron so I was loose.

Mostly rode the lifts with Josh, Bruce, and Steve. But eventually found Nathan and Korac (Nathan's friend visiting from the O.C. (I don't have many opportunities to throw that phrase around.)) Nathan is getting really good, really fast. Now he has his own set-up and he's hooked.
Jenn came up also and took a skiing lesson. She had a good instructor and wasn't too traumatized at dinner so that's a good sign.

Didn't have enough juice to close out the lifts with the boys. Fell asleep and drooled on myself on the way home. Barely remeber going to bed. I'll be glad when our passes are good for daytime riding. It just so much nicer to be able to see where you are going.