Ski report: Tahoe, January 2011

Crashed at Sunnyside Lodge this past weekend and skiied two days at Squaw Mountain with Miles. No fresh snow but the weather couldn’t be beat.

Saturday: 28,500 feet of vertical from 31 runs over 7 hours. Beer and chili fries for lunch. Grilling with Burt Herman and his friends in South Lake.

Sunday: 22,800 feet of vertical from 24 runs over 5.5 hours. Long drive back to San Francisco. Homemade pizza dinner with Hilary Titus and her roommates.

Monday: early morning flight back to NYC just in time to take the lady out dancing for Valentines.

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Skiing in Vermont: fucking frigid (single digits farenheit), terrain is more or less the same, double black is a blue with moguls on the West Coast, 20 inch snow base, and the cafeteria doesn’t know what chili fries are. Awesome day of skiing. Working on content analysis now for the Carnival of Journalism while my feet are in a lukewarm bathtub trying to recover from frostbite. Apparently if I don’t regain sensation within a few hours I need to go to the hospital.

Three months later

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It took way too long, but I finally had my sweet Kilowatts mounted with G3 Onyx AT bindings. The setup is complete with a pair of Dynafit ZZero boots with heat-molded liners which, if you’ve never experienced, I would highly recommend trying at least once in your life. I can’t wait to see how they ski. With CoPress closing down, more on that shortly, my goal is to make it happen more than the once a month I’ve been averaging.

A quick memo for the future: I’ve been able to sneak by the Amtrak baggage czar with a single pair of skis multiple times, but if they catch you with two pairs of skis and boots, they’re probably going to make you check them. Considering I wasn’t schlepping a ski bag, I have my fingers crossed that they don’t get mangled.