This is the tent city that sprung up for day one of OR. All of these guys handout skis, poles, boots, snowshoes. Whatever you want to try.

It's Outdoor Retailer so there is, of course, slacklining.

Leki was nice enough to lend me some poles that matched my ski pants. This is part of next year's Pimp My Pole Program. You'll be able to order up any graphics/locking mechanim/basket/etc.

A pair of skis on my feet.

More skis. A bit ambitious on width considering the conditions.

Lunch! That salad was totally worth $14, there was hardly any lettuce in it, and 10 minutes after eating it I found a chunk of bacon stuck to my ski pants. Mmm.

The Snowbasin Lodge. The resort is crazy nice. I heard that some guy with loads of oil money built it for the Olympics, but I haven't had a chance to confirm that with my source since he told me it over the urinal divider.

To give you an idea of how nice Snowbasin is, this is their toilet. All marble. I didn't even have to use it but I still hungout in there for a few minutes.

Not exactly, but it has been a few years since I was on cross country skis.

The cross country mini Hooverville.

I decided to do this idiotic challenge. I think it was a few miles long.

I finished the challenge but couldn't find the tent where I was suppoed to collect my free prize. So I went home.

The bus ride home. Turns out that guy in the photo and I worked together at Midwest Mountaineering in Minneapolis for a couple years. I didn't recognize him until after I took the photo. Yes, I realize the irony inherient in a store named 'Midwest Mountaineering.'