Last night was meant to be low-key, as I wanted to go snowboarding this morning. I almost stayed in, but around 10:30 or so, decided to go and have a PBR or two at Lincoln. I go in, sit at the bar, and ask for a Pabst in my mug. The bartender makes a face at me like I'm crazy, and then offers me the Spezial Rachbier off the tap. I'd previously had this beer in a bottle, and it had been dubbed the "bacon beer". Off the tap, this was a very different beer, which did not have the overwhelming smoke flavor that the bottle version did. Somewhere along the line, I was also fed a shot of Maker's Mark and a car bomb . . . definitely not the light night I had been planning on. I forced myself to drink a fair amount of water before leaving the bar, but didn't get to bed till 2 in the morning. . .
While I was at Lincoln, my friend Justin calls, saying that he's going to be driving down to Reno from Pendleton, OR, starting then (it was about 11:30 PM), and I mind having 4 people crash at my place. Note that this is a little under 600 miles, but whatever. Anyway, I'm game, so part of the reason I was up late was I did do a minimal amount of tidying up when I got home from the bar. Of course, right as I'm laying down, I get a text saying they had to turn around, as the pass was way too icy.
I still get up this morning at around 7, have some breakfast, and am at Northstar before the lifts have started turning. Roads were decent this morning, with no chain restrictions. They were fine if you were driving along, but stopping in some places was a bit sketchy, as the Element that spun out two cars behind me on Highway 267 discovered. This was really just the drives fault for not paying attention and realizing all the cars in front of him were stopping (as a car further up was making a left turn).
I made a half-dozen runs or so, and left as it was starting to get crowded with only a few trails open. Was definitely nice to be riding again, and the new boots were solid. Was definitely reminded though that I wasn't on a new board due to the fender-bender I was in a few weeks ago . . .
On the way out, I got stuck behind a car that was doing 35 or so for all 6 miles of 267 before getting to I-80. Painful. At this point, the sun was out, and you could clearly see the pavement. Yes there was some slush, but most of the surface was clear. I had to keep telling myself to be calm and patient, as I've had my fair share of accidents on winter roads (drove a Volvo into someones front yard after playing pinball with a guard rail as well as having spun out and ending up stuck in the median, not to mention seeing that Element do a 180 earlier in the day). I was a little thrown off though as it appeared the person was with Sentury (there was a large SUV in front of them with Sentury decals, as well as her car having a Sentury bumper sticker). A bit surprising to see someone associated with a winter sports company that isn't comfortable driving on winter roads . . .