I have many things to be thankful for this year (and a lot of catching up to do on blog posts). Mostly, I am thankful to be a professional ski racer, and here is why. first of all, when you’re a pro skier, you don’t have to wax your own skis. You never have to drive a van, but you do automatically get shotgun. You are held to the timeliness standards of a J2….in other words, pretty much none. Sometimes, you get free stuff. Best of all, you are actively encouraged to nap. And high school and college skiers wonder how you pull all of these things off. On that note, my bed is calling….happy Turkey Day, errybody.
California has snow. Nevada has rainbows. Idaho……is flat. And has windmills. This is what we have learned so far on our trek from Truckee to West Yellowstone. Other things we have learned: there are at least three female truck drivers between California and Idaho; I am a hipster; leftover brussels sprouts are surprisingly tasty (when saturated with bacon); and gravy baked into bread is a total success. Patrick and Spencer, through extensive experiementation, have learned that cows located on the left side of the road are less responsive to loud noises than cows who reside on the right side of the road (going east). We have also discovered that Martin can drop some smooth lyrics and that we were instructed to pack lunches (thank god for the brussels sprouts and gravy bread). Despite Martin’s lyric-dropping talents, he gets easily excited when looking for potato fields and may be likely to veer (nearly) off the road. We also did some field research in Twin Falls, Idaho, during which we discovered that there IS some level of diversity in Idaho, as well as a lot of thrift stores in a very small area. Idaho brings up many questions for us….for example, what does one do in Idaho? And more importantly, there is a place called Seagull Bay in Idaho….why? A final fact gained in a casino Starbucks in Elko, Nevada: Baja Fresh is not seafood.