Me and the old man ski Utah

On our second skiing morning, my dad and I fell into our routine. Dad would take a walk to the condo check-in desk for the free coffee while I started cooking a classic skiers breakfast. Bacon, eggs, whole wheat toast and plenty of oj. I was also able to make our sandwiches while breakfast was setting up - which really amazed my culinarily- challanged father.

So with fuel in our bodies we packed up the caddy and rolled into Little Cottonwood Canyon to ski snowbird, and it was absolutely amazing. The weather prognosticators had predicted a sunny, relatively warm day.  And they're usually way off. But even a dog's butt finds a blind squirrel occasionally ... wait how does that go? anyway ... the sun was bright and it was our first chance to take some pics and videos.

The tram wasn't flying, and the top of the mountain was on wind hold for most of the day. But that didn't stop us from doing lap after lap. We were able to sneak up to the summit for a run. I tore it up, dad kinda slid down on his backside. He checked out at about 2:30 and had a utah-beer at the lodge while I tried to find a few more lines. But we both left smiling ear to ear.

Day 3 was also the day that we finally conquered Utah's odd liquor laws. We had been asking everyone for directions to a state liquor store, (I never felt like more of an alcoholic in my life, every conversation I had with anyone was about how to score brews) But everyone was either awful at getting directions or conspiring to keep us  away from the store. We surmised that it's a mormon plot and heaven is the reward. But finally we encountered someone who wasn't in on the plot and we found a place with real beer. There was a chinese takeout place right next door, so we grabbed some dinner and brought it back to the condo with our new beverages.

The plan for tomorrow was to stay at Solitude, so we made it a point to really enjoy our beers. After dinner we packed up a few cold ones and headed for the condo game room to play some pool.  My father always told me that being good at pool was a sign of a wasted youth. I wish I had wasted more of mine, or at least as much as him. He beat me pretty soundly.

After a few racks we took it back to the condo to crash and get some sleep.