The boys’ ski weekend, redux. Two years ago I reported on our trip to Eden, not the garden but a small city in Utah. It is on the shores-sort of- of Pine View Reservoir and high in the Wasatch Mountains. Three ski areas, Powder Mountain, Snowbasin and Nordic Valley generally enjoy abundant champagne powder. Snowbasin was a site of the 2002 Winter Olympic downhill races. We missed last year and arranged to come back this year, expecting the usual great skiing conditions. The Orange Wanker does not believe in Climate change but the rest of the world has seen the light. There is very little snow in Eden and marginally enough to ski on at any of the resorts. The first morning, after a previous day of driving rain, we headed to Powder in the rain. The forecast called for rain, high winds, potential thunderstorms, and a bit of fog. Devout skiers, we geared up and headed for the mountain, we parked and exited the car amidst rainy gusts of wind, our fearless leader leaned back into the car and asked, “do we really want to do this”?. It was just nasty weather, the resounding response had us back at the condo. Hence our ongoing discussion about discretion.
With no skiing for a day and having the discretion needed to avoid 12 hours of drinking we found alternatives. The guys went for a long walk followed by a discussion about portmanteau’s and how we could work the Tangerine Toddler into a game. Just in case you are not a Jeopardy fan, they often have this category. The word has several meanings, one definition is a stiff leather trunk or suitcase that opens in the middle. That aside, we are thinking of a word that blends the sounds and meanings of two words into one. Podcast is a combination of IPod and broadcast. If you combine Mango Mussolini you could call #47, Mangolini. How about tangerine toddler, Tangler; or racist felon, Relon, You get the idea, and we tired of that game but invite you to join in. My favorite is still the Orange Cockwomble and I thank the British for their sense of humor. Our first night included the Mangolini’s State of the Union, reluctantly we watched a wee bit of it and then the Democratic rebuttal. None of our group has been afflicted by MAGAtitus so we found no redeeming value in anything we heard from the Relon. It was our view that watching did call into question our discretion. Life is short, why would we listen to the Tangler? Unanimous concurrence, we must do all we can to send him to the shower’s permanently.
There are real world issues he has caused but he has negatively crept into so many parts of our lives. One of our guys had a nightmare that night that included the wanna be King. That meandering bad dream started with being chased by bad guys in a home invasion, and culminated on a nearby natural grass amphitheater seated behind the Dependident (POTUS) giving a speech leaning heavily on the podium with his butt crack showing and his diaper sticking out of his trousers. Perhaps with a little more discretion, our guy would have refrained from watching the SOTU nightmare and avoided the actual nightmare later.
It seemed noteworthy to us that the SOTUnion stream of consciousness did not include one word about Science or its importance to our country and the world. No mention of women’s rights or health care coverage. No what about Iran, NATO, Russia, the Epstein Files, no factual discussion about the economy, or tariffs. I applaud those who took Epstein Survivors and all of those who joined the Alternative SOTU outside the capital. It was just same old grievance filled song.
Day two— discretion is rewarded, no new snow but sunny and warm at Snowbasin. No evidence of climate change but only 50 of the 115 excellent runs are open. I got a discount on my ticket price because of the unusual conditions. Enjoy the picture of the Lone Pine run and the men who chose to stay on the groomers, excellent discretion.
Mike