This past weekend was a whirlwind of cramming 5 grown dudes into the Red Ranger, hitting the trifecta of ski resorts on Hood (Skibowl, T-line & Meadows), an 8k snowshoe race, pitchers of beer and a tall stack of shot glasses. Starting midday on Friday, both of my brothers trickled into the state of Oregon each with a buddy.We headed up to The Mountain on Friday evening in time for some runs at the bowl. After which we watched a drunken romance at Charlies, and later played pool at the Rat. Then after a few hours of sleep we spent the day riding on the first snow in weeks at Timberline.
On Sunday morning I dropped the boys off at Meadows while I participated in my first snowshoe race. Then I rejoined them for a pasta lunch in the parking lot and carved up new snow again the rest of the day.
We ended up in P-town on Sunday evening at a hotel near the airport where we ate chicken wings and tried to finish a case of beer. They all boarded a plane Monday morning and I enjoyed a hearty and free continental breakfast where I ate for 5, even though I was alone.
Good times indeed. I love those boys.
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