After all these many years, the three amigos, Jason, Ryan and I were reunited for a work trip (yes, really) in Steamboat Springs Colorado. Ryan had previously scheduled to take the week off and was already planning on coming up to his old stomping grounds for a couple days of skiing. Jason jumped at the chance and squeezed a trip with Anne into his already hectic schedule.
My work centered around a conference of watersports enthusiasts that hold this meeting every year in someplace everyone gets to ski together and what better place than ski town USA.
So I did actually have to attend a few meetings and conference sessions throughout the week. However the schedule was clearly laid out by someone with our best interests at heart and did not begin the first meetings of the day until noon or later leaving the mornings free to carve up the mountain.
I didn’t head up to the mountain until Wednesday and J had already surveyed the conditions. Although he didn’t have a splendid report, we knew we would find what we were looking for. Ryan arrived a bit late and it felt like old times once again.
We pushed hard and explored every inch of the difficult terrain we could find on Wednesday not know if the conditions would get better the next day. But Thursday morning we found the karma gods were being kind to us once again and delivered a few inches of snow, and it kept snowing on the upper mountain most of the day.
So with our aging, out of shape legs (or at least my out of shape legs, R & J were rocking!) we pushed to the brink of exhaustion, shared abundant grins, and left our mark on the mountain.
Good times fellas. No… Great times!
