Brad, 6:54 am: Take your skins up to Jay. Better get up there and ski for me.
Me, 7:28 am: Can't do it. Overslept. No ski buddy.
Brad, 8:03 am: "No friends on a powder day" means you're still suposed to ski. You know they got 2 feet?
Brad, 11:54 am: So, how is it?
Me, 8:54 pm: Got the only tracks on Big Jay all day. Almost impaled myself on a spruce, ended up in a pit, and avalanched myself off a jump.
Brad, 8:55 pm: Dude. When i told you to take your skins i didn't mean to get yourself killed solo in the bc.
Me, 8:55 pm: Sorry. You can't reason with 3 feet of powder. If today were the last day I ever skied, at least it would have been the best.
Me, 8:56 pm: Hey, don't tell my wife I hitchhiked. She'd kill me quicker than a spruce pit.
