Kicking ass in the PNW

Well, what can I say, but the last three days have been amazing here in Washington. Saturday was a long day, beginning well before sunrise to Crystal Mountain, Washington, where I had the best lift served day of skiing I have ever had. With guide services provided by the Mullah himself (also known as Bruce or Buster), I made some sweet powder turns, and skied into the steepest line that I have ever dropped into. Of course I'm telling my mom that I stayed on the bunny slope, since I've had a few bad injuries in recent years.

After skiing Crystal and chowing down on some seafood enchiladas, we headed up to Glacier, WA, to get a jump on the way to Mt. Baker. We were given the tour of the Baker backcountry by brilliant ski photag Grant Gundersen. After a day of skiing pow, we had a few pints at the Tap Room, Baker's watering hole.

Monday was spent skiing with a very well known professional skier. I won't reveal their identity, lest I seem like some sort of name dropper. But I will say that hiking and skiing around the Mt. Baker backcountry, while trying to keep up with one of the best big mountain skiers in the world makes for one hell of an exhausting day. Courtney, if the Straightline Camp is as strenuous as these last few days I've had, I wouldn't worry one bit about missing any workouts.

Today was reserved for laundry and checking out record stores and restaurants in Seattle's Capitol Hill district. This is one hell of a cool city, despite the fact that nobody here seams to know how to drive in the snow. I heard that people were abandoning there cars on I-5 during the snowstorm last week. And I have seen a ton of people who look like extras from the movie "Singles". The grunge look is still going S
strong on the Puget Sound. Tomorrow I plan to ski again, and this weekend I'll be riding a mile of vert at Whistler/Blackcomb, BC. Trip report of sushi and Kokanee to follow.