words. pictures. beer.
Uncle Crappy got his wish, boys and girls. When I got up to the top of the Burn this morning, there was between 6 and 8 inches of fresh snow waiting for me, and it was still snowing. The trails got tracked up pretty quickly, so I spent much of the morning ducking in and out of the glades. Wow. I was toast by 1 p.m., and it was totally worth it.
At the moment, Accuweather is calling for partly cloudy skies and high temps in the 40s for the first part of next week. That’s the forecast for Snowmass Village, which sits at about 8,500 feet. It’ll be colder at the top of the Cirque platter pull, shown here from last year’s trip, because that elevation is around 12,500 feet.
And that’s nice.
And Accuweather is also saying it’s going to snow all night Thursday, setting us up for a powder day on our last day of skiing.
And that’s even nicer.
Four more days of work. Two days of packing. And by 1:30 p.m. — Mountain Time — on Sunday, we’ll be in Aspen. I have school board meetings and Sunday features between then and now, but that stuff seem less and less important as each minute passes.
Accuweather is even looking for snow late in the week while we’re there. If I had just one complaint about last year’s trip it would be the lack of a powder day. Maybe this time…
Sorry, Irish. You’re not quite ready to play with the big boys yet, at least not at the Horseshoe West. The best part? Watching Mr. Four Super Bowl Rings get outcoached by little old Jimmy Tressel. And — let’s start hearing some talk about Troy Smith and the Heisman Trophy in 2006.
So let’s hear it: What’s the best gift you gave, and what’s the best one you got? Uncle Crappy will weigh in later in the week, because he’s got a couple more Christmases to go.
Via our friend Kristi, an excellent sign.
Anyone want to argue about who God will be cheering for in the Fiesta Bowl?
