It’s tough getting out of this bed on a Saturday morning and therefore I haven’t. My apartment is basically the basement of a house that’s all finished, but it’s got it’s own private entry. It took less than 48 hours for the door to the stairs to the rest of the house that Steve is renting to be opened, so now we basically have a huge house nestled beneath two majestic peaks in the corner of Summit County.
I spent about an hour in that spot, watching shadows dance through snow covered Ponderosas as the sun played peek-a-boo through the swirling clouds. Steve finally got moving so we’re motivated and on the road now to Arapahoe Basin. Breck got 14 inches and Vail got 10, but A-Basin is a local’s hill and it’s Saturday. Since we live here, skiing at major resorts on the weekend is just plain dumb because it’s packed.
I wasn’t able to write last night because we got snowed in after a Dwight Yoakum concert. Vail is holding it’s annual Snow Daze festival, highlighted by free concerts outside. I read that they were outside, but I assumed that it meant in some tent outside and I was wrong. We made it just as the opening act started, The Harters, and we were in a blizzard. The venue looked like it was a summer concert venue, but it was December and blizzarding. Sideways snow and piercing wind, it was pretty amazing. The lead singer said that the show started miserable but quickly turned into her favorite one ever. There was a pleasing visual quality I’ve never seen before, the colored stage lights illuminating the already prismic snowflakes. It was like being immersed in a rainbow strobe light and the beams were cold when they hit your nose.
We took over a vacant vendor’s tent and turned it into our Busto Tent and offered it to all the people who weren’t in the VIP tent. Then the VIP tent blew over and the Harters came to our tent. It was pretty gnarly, we were thinking of calling it and getting back home, and then Edwin McCain started playing. We obviously couldn’t just leave now. It stopped blizzarding about halfway though and just snowed peacefully the rest of the night. Ed was good but I don’t think he can be fully appreciated without a woman to hold against you. I wasn’t interested in the teenagers on my right nor the crazy cougars on my left and went back to the Busto Tent to await Dwight Yoakum.
Just before he came on Captain Morgan showed up. I filed through the crowd and materialized in front of him, he remembered me from the Sports Illustrated charity event at the Hard Rock a while back and we had a sweet small world reunion. He then made a cougar hump my leg screaming “I love Captain Morgan!” to earn swag. Thanks buddy.
Yoakum was fantastic. It was just such a sweet epic show with the crowd and the snow and his fabulous hair blowing in the breeze. We walked back to the car in Vail Village, left the parking structure, and drove to a closed on ramp. Vail pass is closed. Back to the village, park, and go to find food. Pass is still closed. Go to the Red Lion, there’s a line, go to Whiskey Jacks. It’s a club and I’m wearing my ranch hat and shit kickers. Steve was drunker than thirty-seven Indians a fun wingman to have. I was just about to resign myself to being stuck and snowed in and start shooting the Jack when they opened the pass.
I drove back through a winter wonderland to Johnny G’s, making me five for five nights in a row ending up there. I like the place. They play Phish all the time, Johnny is always there and awesome, and the people are good. We stayed for one beer then went home, intent on charging it hard today.
We didn’t cause it’s noon and we’re about to arrive at A-Basin, but oh well, we can. We have passes. It woulda been sweet to catch first tracks this morning with the fresh stuff, but, again. We will.
Worked a bit this week, like 8 hours. Made a couple dimes. TMay made me a dime while I was driving out. It’s been a good week. Life is good.
Peace and good luck,