This is why they pay me.

It's the end of the billable year and all of my cases are going richter simultaneously -- which means three weeks of looooong days at a desk for the 'Gumby.

Which is probably okay for right now, because the mountains are fucked. A patchwork of ground-level-faceted-nastiness and cold, clear weather for the foreseeable future aren't offering much hope.


The horror continues . . .

That's not to say that I haven't been skiing. I have four days so far, and they've gone something like this.

Day 1: Skinned in the Uintas with The Wee One and The Furry Devil. Never took the skins off, even going downhill. A dee-licious pulled pork sandwich at the Samak Store eased the pain of the meager snow pack.

Day 2: Skinned at Alta. We took the skins off, but the stickiness of the man made snow made it hard to tell.

Day 3: Skinned into So Long at Alta. The skiing on So Long was actually very good. The exit out of Catherine's Area was ridiculous. And not in a good way.

Day 4: Skied firm groomers at Alta. It was great to ride lifts and comforting to have my alpine boots on again. The snow, however, was less than confidence inspiring. I was all gumby, and no upper level. Skied with the MeltonHibbs and Dr. G. They both made the ice look easy, which is remarkable given that the MeltonHibbs live in Fresyes, and Dr. G probably hasn't slept in six weeks. I was humbled.