So last weekend, after avalanche training we went out to check out our secret backcountry stash.
Turned out to be in pretty good shape with several inches of fluff on top of a very solid base.
Hills were climbed.
Turns were had.
Refreshments were served.
One of the nice things about the aforementioned secret backcountry stash is it's proximity to the Parkview Inn in Twin Lakes. So we stopped off just in case the previous refreshments didn't take.
So we're hanging out, doing the bar thing, talking about how awesome it would be to have one's own personal Tucker Sno Cat. Some waitress looks over at us, and immediately starts heading our direction, talking about how boring the day has been and she should maybe just sit at the bar and have a beer. She gets within a couple feet of us, ready to saddle up at the bar and then just turns around and leaves. Tele 'til yer smelly.
At least the bartender said we were "civilized".
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