Jackson PWD6

Jackson was Awe inspiring besides the requisite parking fee, and shuttle fee, and breathing fee, not to mention the lift-ticket fee... I'm actually surprised I didn't get charged a skibum fee for the questionable odor emanating from my two week old base layers.

Jackson's new tram was definitely nice, I mean 4,100' vert in 9 minutes is pretty sweet, but nothing ever really makes up for the fact that you're crammed into a flying aluminum coffin with 99 other bipedal monkeys wanting nothing more than to kneecap the halitosis having, one-piece wearing, bozo in front of you stepping on your gear.

All this terrain is open for touring and exploration, if you look close you can see evidence of gravity induced snowsliding afoot. No go without gear though, so bring your scuba tank and rubber pants because it's deep.

Danger quickly made friends with Bruiser the patrol dog.

Bruiser here was so pumped on Danger's nunchuck skillz he showed us the way to the promised land of pow turns, mini people and Shetland ponies.

To achieve the desired post pow-frenzy freshies one must begin with a walk.....

Once the walking has been conquered a potential reveler must then subjugate them self to the climbing.....

But in the end when you get top-to-bottom Shot 8 chute in Casper Bowl, life is good, gravity pulls down and Curious George was a monkey. Here Danger can be seen calling for a rerun.

That's some massive cliff.... I bet I can throw a football over it!

Gazing wistfully westward, the fun to be had in these peaks is beyond comprehension.

After a couple Casper Bowl runs, and some mini-shred circus through Dick's Ditch, we escaped Teton Village before they started taxing us for having too much fun. The King showed up to party so we propagated Team Get Awesome's reputation for heretical consumption of Scotch and ManSodas. The rest is far too incriminating to disclose without proper auditory contraceptives.