Will and I spent part of the weekend skiing at Heavenly and the other part driving, because apparently everyone and their mother and their dog had the same idea for a ski trip weekend.

I am clearly not as good at taking pictures as Carlos.  This chairlift selfie, plus the other chairlift pic, is the extent of my photography of the weekend.  At least my new goggles look awesome.

Fortunately, even though the lot was supposedly full, we found a parking spot on Saturday morning really close to the Boulder Lodge lift because someone had already left.  Unfortunately, one of the lower lifts was closed, and it happened to be the one that we needed to take in order to get off of the bunny slope next to the Boulder Lodge.

Fortunately, it was only a 10 minute hike (up a freakin’ steep hill) and we were soon on our way to the fun stuff.  Unfortunately, everyone else wanted to have fun and the lift lines were pretty terrible.

Fortunately, the powder in the trees was awesome and we had it to ourselves for the afternoon.  Unfortunately, one of the lifts got closed early (because of wind), which we needed to take in order to get back to the other side of the mountain where we parked the car.

Fortunately, there was another lift in working order that wasn’t super far from the one we needed.  Unfortunately, it didn’t take us high enough to be able to get over the ridge to the other side.  So we ended up hiking up a blue square run for about twenty five minutes to get high enough to get to the other side of the mountain and then almost got turned around by ski patrol because they were closing the mountain at that point.

Fortunately, he let us go anyways (even though he wasn’t supposed to — what a bro).  We somehow got thoroughly turned around skiing back down and went in a giant circle, but we did find the car eventually.  By this time it was 4:45 pm, after all the lifts had closed at 4. We were pretty high up. And we weren’t even the last ones on the mountain!  Some of those bunny slopers take an incredible amount of time to ski (or, more accurately, fall) down the slope.

Anyways, I drew a map of where we hiked and skied because it was just plain ridiculous.