Awww, mama. Can this really be the end...

…To be stuck inside at Mt. Snow with the Whistler blues again?

Well folks, there’s no other way to put it- it’s really fucking cold today. -40 at the top of the mountain this morning. So instead of skiing, I have declared this as a national suckers’ day, and intend to spend the rest of my afternoon working on my beer dinking, pizza eating, and movie watching skills.

One week ago I was in Whistler, BC. I do believe that I may have just discovered heaven on earth. Some of the most amazing ski terrain I have ever seen, with a base village full of more beautiful women per square mile than anyplace outside of possibly Manhattan (but very few of those in Manhattan actually ski), and good sushi. And I hear the mountain biking is pretty good in the summer as well.

My trip to the Pacific Northwest was quite successful. With the massive snowfall the region has experienced this winter, I was able to ski plenty of powder. Of course having a few locals in the know to show me around certainly helped. I also managed to get some great footage and a really good interview for Normalcy. And I managed to avoid any injuries during the trip, something that had plagued my previous Western adventures.

But for now the PNW and its stashes of powder are but a memory. It’s back to a harsh New England winter (although after the warm early season, I’m not bitching), and East Coast hardpack (blue ice for those of you who consider skis with less than 95mm underfoot skinny). I nearly suffered frostbite on the 2 square inches of my face that weren’t exposed yesterday at Tremblant. Multiple layering is the key today.

Or I could just stay inside. After all, I do have a fridge full of beer, a pizza in the freezer, and the Director’s Cut of Miami Vice on DVD.