This last weekend (2/26-28) we ran a trip up to Northlake and rode both Homewood and Alpine on Saturday and Sunday. The snow was falling on Friday night and made travels a bitch for a lot of people caravanning up; a few cars were driving for over 8 hours! But hey, you gotta chase the pow, right?
Saturday was some pretty damn good riding over at Homewood. The powder was fresh, our gear was steezy and we were ready to make some fresh tracks. Some of our first runs were over at the backside in Hobbit Land and in between the trees, the shoots and the powdery bowls, the crew was ripping it up. Other than the occasional 'lets hit a fat pack piece of powder and fall on our ass' moves, the sun was out and the day proved to be a success. When we were done with the mountain, back to the cabin it was for a night of rage. Everyone brought up their golfing attire ready to kick some balls at being awesome. Who said that Tiger's hoes couldn't find some other pros? No one did, and that's exactly how the night carried on. A hot tub sat on our porch that was complemented with the absolutely gorgeous view of the snow scattered shore and iridescent lake behind it. The golf party inside was riddled with games of pool upstairs and others downstairs such as elimination troll flip cup. Elimination troll flip cup you ask? Well, take a regular flip cup came (the more the better), a large glass table, and all flip at the same time. The last person left who has failed to flip their cup THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY DEGREES (we don't screw around with that 'tip cup' bullcrap), has to then proceed to sit underneath the table so that everyone else still playing can watch their sit of shame for the rest of the game. You don't wanna be one of the first people out, this game can last a looong time.
As the cabin full of golfers and hoes integrated and got to know each other over drank, the snow continued to fall only to ensure and remind us that our epic weekend was not yet over.
Everyone was awoken either by extreme thirst, Doody's obnoxious voice or the smell of pee in the morning. As I stepped outside to get some fresh air, I was reminded of the day that was ahead of me. Although I, like many people that morning, didn't feel exceptionally motivated to do much of anything, the epic few hours of cleaning had to commence. That animal skin rug, antlered candle holders, coffee pots and those adorable family photos had to come out of secret hiding to be replaced so that no evidence of us could be detected. Spots were removed from the carpet, lone wet socks thrown away, and chiefed pencil-mustaches had to be washed off (well, most of them at least). Half the crew of about 50 people boned out and went home to either get some needed sleep or finish ten page papers due Tuesday that they hadn't started. The other half, mustaches and all, slowly made their way to Alpine to get in another day of shredding.
The last cabin trip is always a bitter-sweet moment for staffers. Winter quarter definitely takes a lot out of you when you're up in Tahoe every weekend either with a group of homies or running cabin trips. It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it. Spring break will give mountain-goers a nice relaxing hiatus to get ready for the epicness that we call Spring Quarter here at Davis. If this is your first Spring here, or if you just haven't taken advantage of all the fun shit we like to do, join us!
Are you ready??
Spring Skiing
Float Trip
Picnic Day
Houseboats
Sloshball
The Erection Pool
BBQs
Day Raging
Whole Earth
....and all the sporadic stuff in between
Come ready to have some fun. We hope to see you there.
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