slushy.

When its 60 degrees and you're applying sunscreen before you've even hit the mountain, indications are clear that its going to be a superb day.


Then when you hop into the long line to purchase a lift ticket and some jolly fellow approaches you out of nowhere and says, "Have a great day." and at the same time hands you a complimentary all-day lift ticket, indications are clear that the day just got even better. And I hugged him.


Sunday was closing day at Steven's Pass. I hadn't been snowboarding since January. Since before the unfortunate ankle incident. I had the best day. Sunny and warm. People dressed in all kinds of crazy shit. An overall attitude of lightness and fun just cruising down the runs. And Tyson in 80's wear! Sweet sweater...





Lift lines were somewhat non-existent and I think the closing day festivities such as the "pond skim" - where people charge down the hill in hopes of skimming across the water unscathed - were keeping people off the slopes and in the bar.



Sipping our closing day beers