Since leaving the Midwest, things have really changed for the GRP boys. Now I am not saying I don’t miss the land of hot dish, the Packers, “ho-dee-doh” and “you bet your bippy”, but the west has a slightly different flavor. Our first weekend of racing, west of the Rockies brought us to Ketchum, home of elk, bluebird skies, about 6 feet of beautiful, perfect, fluffy powder, the best burrito I have ever had and the Boulder Mountain Tour.
After arriving in Sun Valley, we went for the first ski of the year consisting of entirely natural snow. What a nice change! Skiing for 10, 20, 30+ Km without crossing your tracks of making a loop was pretty sweet! The snow was basically perfect everyday, as was the weather, consistently 30 degrees and bluebird, EVERY-SINGLE-DAY.
For those of you in the east unfamiliar with phenomenon, we occasionally will experience this in March or April for a few awesome days. Out here the Sun Gods have really been following us and it is NICE. But as a die-hard easterner, I still maintain that I would definitly, eventually, most-likely get sick of perfect weather every day, at least I think that I would….