Pat (my twin brother) and I had passes to Purgatory that we had to use before the end of the season. This was the last weekend that we had free to head up to Durango and get some skiing in. It was a great weekend. The first day the sun was out and the snow wasn't too spring like on the back side. Tons of good runs were crushed by Pat and I that day.
We ended up staying in the cheapest hotel in Durango. I think it was called the "Spanish Trails Inn" and we were warned by Raymond and Mandy to no stay there, but $40 for two queen beds in a ski town... why the heck not. I kid you not when we checked into the room there was an overwhelming smell of athletes foot. It smelt like my gym bad from high school in the middle of wrestling season. Nasty. Other than that it was just your average hotel, until the upstairs neighbor took a shower. I started to hear water dripping and then flowing in our bathroom. I guess the shower pan above us wasn't sealed, so the shower water ran through the ceiling and down through our shower. Interesting. I let the front desk guy know when we checked out in the AM and all he could muster was that some people are ass holes and don't close the curtain when they shower... right. If you need a cheap place to stay in Durango, I recommend Spanish Trails Inn!
That night Pat and I ate at "Home Slice" pizza recommended by Kyle and Anna. I tell you what, hippies in Colorado sure know how to make a good pie. They take their sweet ass time cooking it, but nine times out of ten, it's delicious. Followed by blood marys at El Rancho, to watch UCONN beat Arizona. We were pulling for Arizona, oh well. There were some "native" Coloradoians in a heated discussion on how they were more "native" than the other and how "I like helped my dad build a deck when I was four years old!" Oh, to have a trust fund and be an alcoholic in a ski town. Just the sight of a "Colorado Native" bumper sticker makes me want to punch someone in the face.
The next day of skiing was amazing for spring skiing. 7 inches of fresh powder and snow up till noon. You'd be skiing around, see a run that hadn't been touched, race back to the top, find that run, and still be the first person to lay tracks that day. Awesome!
After a good lunch at Dante's, Pat and I headed over to lift 8 to get some good bump runs in before our legs turned to jello for the day. I went on a run that I've been on before, and ended up messing my knee up something bad! I hit a mogul that wasn't supposed to move, but it did, lost my balance for a sec, fell forward, and heard my knee pop 3 distinct times. Long story short, I got sledded down the mountain by Brett the ski patrol dude and I haven't been able to walk normal for the rest of the week. I'm hoping it's just a sprain, but I guess I'll have to see the Doc to be sure. It sucks for sure, but it's kind of like a milestone for me. My first major skiing injury! Hopefully my last for a while. Enjoy the video of Pat and I skiing.
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