The snow is...

...coming down, and the tourists are coming up.

I headed up to the Frisco Castle on Thursday to slow down a little. Found out that the condo is pretty conducive for working during the week, so that was a bonus. A little rundown of the last few days:

1. Drove up through a little snowstorm on the way up. Snow is good. Wind is scary. ALSO, I think I have the original headlamps in my '99 4Runner...so I promptly replaced them after I got up here. Its okay Mom, I have The Force.

2. Met another of the Castle roomies on Thursday night - we had a really exciting night of doing absolutely nothing. You may say "Wait Kevin, doing nothing doesnt sound very exciting." Ah, but yes, it was VERY exciting. I love doing nothing.

3. I skied on Friday morning before my conference call. It was snowing. I had a snow beard. All was well again.

4. Saturday skiing was...well, Saturday skiing. There is very little terrain actually open, and not all the resorts are open yet. LOTS OF PEOPLE. And since I had skied Breck on Friday, I thought I would head over to Keystone. Got there about opening time...and promptly put my skis back in my car and had breakfast and coffee. Only the gondola (aka "the Gaper Box") was open, and the line was AT LEAST 90 minutes to get on. Seriously, Ive never seen a group of lemmings like that. People were lined up all the way back to Margaritaville. Breakfast was good though.

5. So I went home, grabbed my roomie Brandy, and we went over to Breck again. Lines werent as bad and we got a few runs in. I thought that cycling all summer would get my legs ready for Tele Skiing. Nope. My quads are dead after two days of skiing in a row (only four runs each day). Thus, I found it necessary to...

6. Get in the hot tub at the Castle. Oh, not just once, but three times. I think I have somehow permanently cured my skin. Not unlike bacon. I hear the pruny look is all the rage now.

7. I thought that I had figured out the American political scene in terms that actually mattered. My roomie JD always said during the debates, "Whichever one talks about skiing first - Ill vote for." So, I got really excited in a moment of enlightenment up here in the mountains: driving behind a car with an Obama sticker I realized that you can call him "SNOW-bama." After a few short seconds of rejoice, and a mind that is constantly on the single track - I both realized that I could have completly redistributed the Colorado vote if I would have called the other guy "Champagne McCain." Damn, too late.

See you back in the city. You know, soonish.