Why spend a lot of time describing to your pals what your day was like when you can just point to your Happy Pants? …’nuff said Bro!
It wasn’t an “epic” powder day.
There was no chin deep Blower…. No thigh-high Cold Smoke.
It was just another day Out West.
We usually have some kind of fresh snow to ski on. For those who take the time to look, there is always some stash left somewhere.
We didn’t have to send out a search party for the Pow today. The 6 inches of light stuff fell after the groomers had finished their dastardly deeds for the night.
Fresh tracks were available everywhere.
It was a week day so not much trackage during the day. It was cold enough that the crud and harbor chop stayed light and bust-able all day.
Totally-like dreamy-creamy all day long 🙂
I always feel a little thankful at the end of a day like this.
It takes a village to create Happy Pants!
I thank Ullr for the snow, remembering to partake of his sacred elixir and to sacrifice the ribs of his sacred swine to the fires of Kingsford.
I thank the gazillions of people involved in keeping the mountain operating and safe.
I thank Lefty the Lifty who bitches all day that the chairs arrive from his right but who always has a happy hello and a gentle seating for me.
I don’t take lessons any more but I thank the instructors. Been there, done that, wore holes in the t-shirt. It is a thankless job that doesn’t pay even half what is worth to our sport.
I even thank that pimply faced kid who operates that Ferris Wheel gizmo they keep the hot dogs on.
I thank Warren Miller for the stoke when I hit my late 30s and wasn’t skiing much. As he said, “I never made anyone ski better but I made them ski more.
I especially thank the men and women of the highway crew who do an AMAZING job of making the road up to the mountain safe for us to travel. It doesn’t seem to matter if it is 3 feet of January powder or, a half inch of March ice they make sure we can get there by staying up all night.
Even when my pants are clean, I always hoist my first glass of apres in thanks to the hundreds of people who made the day possible.
It takes a helluva lot of people to make Happy Pants! 🙂
A heartfelt handshake and a thank-you go a long way. If you saw their pay stub, a hefty tip at season’s end goes a fair distance. A beer, or a bowl, whatever suits your style of thanks-giving…..