Wide awake at 6am....always hard to sleep the first night at elevation.
By 7am the sun was creeping over the wind swept, snowy peaks, I had already taken my third nervous shit of the day. Guys trip to attack the slopes of the Wasatch mountains, and I had enough nervous energy and adrenaline for all of us. This group has chops, and I always feel like a lamb to the slaughter whenever I ride with this crew. The day was overcast, but the snow was fresh and we were grabbing first chair....a perfect day......until.....the line looked clean....a couple of speed check turns, and then a simple 5 or 6 foot drop into powder....a cake walk.
You know that moment when you realize things are about to go sideways, then you take a sharp inhale, and your butthole puckers up so tightly it would be airtight in space? Yeah. It was at least a 10 foot drop, and I was heading for a face plant. Turns out I tumbled down the slope like a rag doll, scoring a perfect 10 on my full scorpion on the way down. Fucking hurt like hell, probably had, no definitely had, a concussion. Still skied the next 2 days, because it’s powder, it’s the Wasatch, it’s the pucker, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
- Dave Weiner
- Wanna Be Adventure Athlete
- Always in search for Pucker Up Moments