Now, on to bigger and better things.
Saturday night, my family and I were happy to attend a performance of Tony's wife Crystal and the other dancers of Raks Amilah. If you get a chance to see one of their shows do yourself a favor and don't miss it. As I told Tony when he invited me, I'd never attended an event with women dancing that didn't involve a stage with a pole and a lot of dollar bills, this was far more classy, and lord knows a little culture wouldn't hurt this ornery hermit. Besides getting to see Crystal and her friends dance, I got to meet the amazing and adorable Miss Stella. Tony is a very fortunate man to be blessed with such a beautiful family, which I really don't understand because he is kind of homely looking after all. ;)
Ahhhhhh . . . . Wyoming's scenic Sunlight Basin at sunrise, pretty ain't it? Much too quiet though, we can fix that, or at least we could if there was any snow. There's snow behind me, lots of it. Wanna see?
The Bighorns were blessed with just enough fresh powder to make things interesting. Perhaps not enough to truly challenge my much more experienced friends and their long track mountain sleds, but my old Wildcat with its mediocre pilot (that would be me) and shorter track had its hands full much of the day. I was proud of myself overall, I only managed to get stuck once and not all that bad. I did however do a magnificent triple flip with a backwards somersault at 40 MPH when the deep snow foot swiped me off of the running board while carving a turn in some virgin powder. The snow was pretty soft so the landing wasn't bad, chasing down my sled in ass deep snow while the 7 pounds of it that went down the back of my coat made it's way lower was the part that sucked. No one saw me until I was almost back on my machine, then my 2nd best friend Brian felt obligated to come over and remind me that I was supposed to stay on the snowmobile in order to ride it. Now he tells me. Too bad he didn't get a picture, I couldn't see what happened, my helmet was full of snow after I bounced on my head the second, or possibly third time, I wasn't counting.
Now this is more like it. My amigos wanted some air pics of their sleds, so we set up a few shots on some nice jumps that we found. I'm taking my good camera next time. I bought this one so I wouldn't have to worry about ruining my good one, but the picture quality just isn't the same. It takes good video as long as the lighting is bright enough, but action shots always come out blurry. With my other camera, you'd be able to count the needles on the tree in the background.
Dave learns to fly. Ok, he already knew how, he just didn't have any pictures to prove it. Seems to be the landings that he has hell with though. This stick was spectacular, one of those "had to be there" moments, stuffed the front half of the sled into the opposite side of a creek bank up to the windshield and launched himself over the bars. The three of us that went riding today have been best friends since High School, what are friends for if not to post your most embarrassing moments on the internet?
Brian managed to stick the Summit too on a bad landing, we each got stuck once, only I avoided photographic documentation. The benefits of having the camera safely stowed in your own pocket.