Another crazy day in Jackson

The day began as we realized we were again snowed in and the first thing I did was to dig up the car.

Philippe soon came to help me and together we finally got ready to go skiing, loaded the skis and the rest of the gear and drove in the direction of Teton Village, that is the name of Jackson Hole’s ski resort.

We soon found ourselves bumper-to-bumper with hundreds of other cars all eager to sample the newly fallen snow. Everyone took a "sick day" it seemed...

It took us forever to find a parking spot and when we did, I realized that I had forgotten my helmet at the condo. Of course, I blamed my comrades and also myself for the error and had no choice but leave my two friends to their skiing, drive back to the condo, queue again to get to the parking lot and when I rejoined them, the morning was almost over.

The visibility was non-existent, but the powder snow was deep and wonderful. Then after a few runs, our friend Philippe fell sick and we had no other alternatives but drive back to the condo. Both Jean-Louis and Philippe were tired and getting from sea level to higher altitude also had an impact on them.

By that time I was furious about the circumstances, and since I’m not one to give up easily, we agreed with Jean-Louis that he would keep an eye on Philippe while I returned skiing by myself. That's just when the skies suddenly cleared up and I had the time of my life in the powder, the trees and some very gnarly runs.

When I returned under a rekindled snow storm, my two buddies were hard at work clearing a parking spot for me. We grabbed something to eat at the grocery store and watched Trump’s State of the Union while munching on our dinner…