4-6-2011

My ski line is just out of sight in back. I crawled into the back of the truck and woke up a couple hours later, the truck rocking from the winds coming barreling down the canyon, so hard I finally said screw it and drove home, five hours, the wind throwing handfulls of gravel at my windshield at 70mph on 395, whiteknuckled in a blizzard breaking trail over the pass into Tahoe before dawn, slept all day while it dumped, and skied powder the next, rock and roll