So, following the evening of one thousand mustaches, we pick up the story again with my first day at Jackson Hole. Skied here about 18 years ago (part of a road trip driving an unregistered car from Portland, OR to Boston... Long story) and haven't had the chance to get back since. Clearly, a massive, glaring gap in my ski resume, if not my sanity. Of course, my first day back wasn't just any day; it was Fat Tuesday.. Mardi Gras in all of it's debauched glory.
And yes, she works here.
The snow that started last night didn't amount to much, and Brooke, Brian, and I were fried and sore from epic laps yesterday at Targhee, not to mention their powder day Sunday at Jackson. One of those situations where I am absolutely stoked for them and cursing at the same time as locals told them Sunday was one of the top three days of the year.
Despite aching legs and knees, we found some good skiing higher up off the tram and Thunder lift, but lower down the sun and warm temps had worked their evil spell and crust with dust was the order of the day. The north facing slopes and trees were great, but the bottom of mountain was a little brutal.
The back and side country were clearly where it was at, but we lacked in both the gear and local knowledge departments.
In the wildlife department and utterly apart from costumed Mardi Gras revelers, saw two moose on one of the trails today. I'd never seen a moose before. Tried to get a photo, but I wasn't fast enough. Strange, gangly looking animals. They trotted by on the cat track and then headed off into the thicker trees and brush.
Snow showers throughout the day, but little accumulation. Found some decent tree lines and then called it for the day. The sun came out and afforded some great views of the mountain. Beers on the deck, Mardi Gras, and snow in the forecast... Not so bad.
Thanks to Brooke and Brian for some of the better photos.
Coming up, more Jackson Hole and then a guided back country adventure in the national park.
Happy Fat Tuesday. Cheers!
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