With Boobcon in full bounce its time for an update on days two and three. Day two found us riding Solitude and we all discovered how it earned its name. I’ve never seen a resort so empty on a Saturday… especially with powder to be found. After a warm-up hot lap we headed to Honeycomb canyon with 11 girls in tow to find some more fluffnstuff. It is surprisingly difficult to ride in a large group through tight trees without becoming intimate with one or more packmates. Good thing girls are so friendly. Cliffs were dropped, trees were dodged and stashes were carefully sniffed out.
The highlight of the day was actually the apres ski event that Heidi had organized for us. We arrived home to find two lovely massage therapists waiting to rub our worries and knotted muscles away. I’m convinced that nothing beats cocktails, hot tubbing and massages after a couple days of hard riding.
Today we were back at Brighton for more girl shred and we managed to have both a dance party (as evidenced by the video) and an impromptu Karaoke session (more to come) on the mountain. Today ended up being a star studded event. We had 13 girls today and in a completely random coincidence (no – really) Midge and SuChick were ‘recognized’ in the ticket line by one tall goofy character who turned out to be an OG BMB member by the name of LongBoy. Later we ran into Tidbit and Mr.Tidbit and took a run with them. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to ride with them long as the chicas wanted to take some turns in the side-country. Turns out there was still stuff to be found if you were willing to traverse in and hike out. The girls were. We finally left the mountain when the lifts stopped running and relaxed with a nice private Yoga class in SLC. All shredcations should be like this.
It is amazing what a difference the right crew makes. Boobcon has slowly grown over the last few years and while girls have come and gone, I have yet to ride with a chica who wasn’t willing to hike, traverse, or drop to get a line. Riding with a group of skilled and like minded women is a shred experience unlike any other. For one, nobody complains when someone brings up the idea of a potty break…
Lessons learned on days 2 and 3:
Don’t expect a 14 year old to say sorry if she runs right over your board and almost knocks you over. She is only 14. She is just a child. Her father will expect that to be a good enough excuse.
Ladies love the Feelgood VRocker
A surprisingly large number of men have never been serenaded.
You can ride for 4 hours with an open RedBull and not spill a single drop.
Women have deceptively strong hands.
A sad mastie is not slang for a clinically depressed mastiff.
It is possible to not find out who won the Superbowl until 11 p.m. It is also possible not to care.
PBRs taste better from a straw.
Even after a couple days, some Kiwis are impossible to understand. I am beginning to doubt they speak English after all.
Falling while getting on a chairlift happens even to the seasoned vets.
Every shred event should have time for an ice cream sundae bar.
Ballet training has many uses.
