Report from December 24, 2025

I awoke late and tired on Christmas Eve.

I met up with Todd in a windy snowstorm.

We decided on one mellow sidecountry lap, then home for some R&R.

We weren’t exactly sure what to expect, but we guessed the wind may have pressed the powder and changed the landscape.

That was confirmed after our first few turns, but then things changed.

Only a short ways down, the wind stopped, the snow deepened, and the skiing became world-class…

It was the deep, fluffy snow you only get when it’s falling out of the sky in real time.

We had so much fun, we lost each other in the lower woods above the creek.

I hooted and yipped to no avail.

We both skinned up and found each other early in our climb.

I was bushed…

It took all I had just to get out of there.

Once back to the ski hill, I took the green circle groomer, zigzagging all the way down.

I hit the grocery store, locked myself in my hotel room, and gorged all evening.

I was a bit bummed with the Canadian programming, to be honest…

I’ve spent quite a few Christmases alone in ski town motel rooms, and it’s made right by TNT or TBS or someone playing “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation” and/or “A Christmas Story” playing on a loop.

“A Christmas Story” was my number one for decades, but a 2020 Jackson Hole Motel 6 Christmas sent me hurtling back to “Christmas Vacation” with Chevy Chase.

No Chevy, no Ralph…

I ended up watching “Dune” then the oldie “White Christmas.”

I’ve gotta admit, that song “I Wish I Was Back in the Army” is pretty catchy!

Merry Christmas, to all of you great people, and thanks, BC!

Forecast

Photos