The sport of skiing consists of wearing three thousand dollars’ worth of clothes and equipment and driving two hundred miles in the snow in order to stand around at a bar and get drunk. ~P.J. O’Rourke, Modern Manners, 1984. One would wonder what the venerable Mr. O’Rourke would have to say about backcountry skiing, wherein one […]
Last weekend’s sunshine and singletrack has me anxiously anticipating this: But the recent snowfall, and the convincing potency of a well born powdermony, have me desiderating more of this: Yeah. Life in the Wasatch is difficult. What’s that condescending, and yet awesome saying? Oh, right: my life is better than your vacation.