Ski Bunny (Rachelle)

OK, so I last posted a picture of the ski resort we hit a couple of weeks ago in Tahoe. Tahoe's great, but we went to my Dad's surprise birthday party in Salt Lake City and hit the Utah slopes. Much scarier. We spent all day at Sugar Bowl in Tahoe on the bunny slopes. BORING! As I said in my last post, I was tearing up the bunny slope in Tahoe, and I was all ready to hit the blue slopes in Utah. We took the UTA (some sort of Utah mass transit bus) up from a Park & Ride in Salt Lake City for $3. Damn good deal considering the weather. Anyway, we were ready to rip up some pansy-ass Utah slopes after taking on some of the best (?) Tahoe had to offer. Ummm, not so fast. All was good until we actually hit the lift. We got up to the little "Wait" line and waited for the lift to swing around. Still good. Lift scooped us up and started moving us up the hill. A little faster than Sugar Bowl, but still good. I leaned back to pull the safety bar forward... Uh, oh. Not so good! Apparently, Alta doesn't seem to understand the need for "safety bars". Personally, I don't really like the idea of swinging 100 feet off the ground on a slippery vinyl seat in a high wind with blinding snow and 160mm skis strapped to my feet (tiny for a 6'2" dude, but plenty long for a crap-ass skier). There might have been a slightly damp spot on the lift when I slid off, but I'm not saying for sure. We got to the top (thank God) and had to figure out the best way down. My suggestion was to follow the sign that said "EASIEST WAY DOWN". Sounds good to me! Turns out the "easiest way down" wasn't really "easy". There was lots more falling down in Alta that there was in Sugar Bowl. Fortunately, the snow was so fluffy and powdery that I didn't actually get hurt. Cold, yet. Hurt, no. Not even my pride. I know full well that I can't ski, so the "pride" thing wasn't a big issue anyway. Even though the toughest run I took was called "Dipsy Doodle". No shit. Dipsy Doodle was a serious ass-kicker. Whatever. It was so friggin' cold, snowy and windy that we didn't take too many runs down the slope, but I can safely say that I was truly impressed with the Utah slopes. Oh, and we took the wrong bus back down the hill. Turns out we didn't want the #96 bus, we wanted the #95 bus. Soooo close, but the #96 didn't actually go to the Park & Ride where we'd "parked". Ooops. All worked out well, but a little awkward when we had to tell our bus driver (who looked EXACTLY like a clean Danny Bonaduce) that he was taking us to the wrong place.