Steamboat

Coming home is always good.  It's been 10 years since I last laid laps around Steamboat and after these last 3 days, I ain't gonna wait that long again.  Korn organized the trip for the most part.  I booked a ticket for Milo and I.  Griff figured a way in.  Tony showed up to critique all.  Dan Fox, Dapper and Liefer all provided king like accomadations (non gratis!) at the Lodge, and had VIP passes waiting for us at the front desk at the Sport Stalker.  Jake Jarvis extended hospitality at Powder Tools like no one else could, as well as plastering the shop with ole modeling photo's of Korn and delivering his moms killer salsa.
Griff, Milo and I got off the plane to a waiting Korn at D.I.A. and off we went to Enterprise Car Rental to pick up our $12 a day compact car.  We wanted to rent a SUV but Tony said the cheapest he could find was almost a grand for the 4 days we needed it.  So 2, compacts it was.  Upon arriving to the front desk, AMANDA informed us that they were sitting on a pleathora of SUV's and would we like to upgrade for another $10 a day?  "Sure, why not Amanda."  She then asked us the reason for our visit and somehow it came out that Tony was the lead singer of Pennywise and he was in town for a secret show.  "Do you like Pennywise Amanda?"  Of course she did and out to the car lot we went to pick out our car.  "Hey Amanda, how about that Suburban over there?"  "Well, it's not really a mid size SUV but...ok."  Hi5's all around, this was gonna be a good trip.
Day 1 gave us sunshine, a freshly groomed super pipe and a killer mini park.  Robby Dapper, Bob Dapper, Partyless Marty and the Snot Rocket led the charge around the hill.  R Daps smooth style impressed the most fickle Tony, which was a shocker. 
Day 2 was a little overcast but warm as hell and we hooked up with all the old Sports Stalker Rental Retards for hot laps like we used to do in 1990.  Buddies, Rainbow, Norther, Wallyworld, Vagabon...shit was on.  Rat, Ruhl, Graham, Fox, JerKman and Wiley all joined us for the blending of ski, snowboarding and pinning.
Day 3 was closing day for the mountain, and 4-6 inches fell that night.  Full blown blizzard is what we woke up too and the Charlie Slashers that Griff, Tony and I brought were mounted up and put to use.  Closets, Bar U E lift Line, Shadows, Priest Creek, 2:30 trees, Twister Cane and Elk Head Transfer all got a visit from us.  We ended up hooking up with Keith Liefer, owner of Christys, who I had brought a 54 Charlie for his demo'ing and ended up trying to follow his ass thru Closets.  It was painful for Milo and I to get fully schooled in the tree's on a powder day by a man pushing 55 years of age.  Schooled.
For Milo and I the evenings were pretty mellow.  Dinner at Johnny B's, La Montagnia, and Riggio's as well as a soak in the Strawberry Park Hot Springs with a bunch of fat hippies.  But we didn't come there to party, we came to ride the hill.  And after three days I was shot, Milo on the other hand, would act all pissy cause we only rode 5+ hours a day.  "Dad, the hills still open, I'm going back up."  Punk.
We bailed out of town on Sunday afternoon, saying bye to our shadow the Snot Rocket and off we went with nothing but smiles and good memories.  Then memories turned to mammories as Griff pulled out his camera and showed us the photo shoot he conducted the night before on his ex, a lawyer in town that picked his ass up with her Porche Cayanne S.  Ahhh Party Boy Gifford.  He's still got it.  Actually, Tony's still got it as when Griff went and took a shower, Tony poached his memory card and we stole all the photos!  BOOYA!  Just kidding Griff.  Griff I know that your all hot and itchy reading this, thinking back to last night and whether we did or not.  Relax, we didn't.  Srsly.  No really.

"Hi young man, are you on spring break?"  "No my Dad's letting me skip school to go with him to Steamboat."  "Hmmmm."

 

Our $12 a day compact car.  Tony had to throw out a couple "whoooo ohhh's" to seal the deal.

As soon as we hit Steamboat, it was a tour down memory lane.  This is Griff and my first place we lived with the Doc, Maury and Diemer in 1989.

Walton Creek, our second shit hole.  We lived in both of these thru the years.

 

Mellow elks hanging out on the side of the road in the neighborhood.

 

J.J.F.G.  = Jewish Joes From the Grubsteak.

Powder Tools from the Grubsteak deck.

A couple of rental boards in there.

Jake Jarvis's moms salsa is the best you'll ever have.  Special batch was made for our arrival.  Thank you mama Jarvis.

 

Fox

Check out Griffs "laptop."  Shits as big as a big screen.  Dude needed two backpacks to carry it.  The vents look like exhaust pipes.  Right here he's thinking to himself "man, I should of downloaded all them photo's from my camera onto my hard drive."

"Uhhh, sure, I'll pay this bill.  My girlfriend is a lawyer and drives a Porche Cayan S!"

O.D.U.S.P.O.T.S. = Oh Dave Your So Pretty On The Snow.

4 Points lift shack picker upper.   Griff thinking about the photo shoot he had the night before.

Group shots, not like Griffs from the night before, but almost as good.

Scenic one.

Tony forgot to pay me for the hotel.  I forgot to give him his Valentine back.

See you next year Steamboat.  Thanks.