Colorado: Skiing Mishaps

When you're skiing or boarding, mishaps on the mountain are bound to happen. I, for instance, got my head knocked out by the chair lift a few days ago and didn't realize I was bleeding until I got home and took off my hat and goggles. Justin once dropped his cell phone while on the ski lift and had to backtrack to find it. And two of Eve's little 5-year-old ski school students fell right off the lift. Luckily the snow was soft so no one got hurt. But no story I've heard can top Justin's hilarious skiing mishap (he has not granted me permission to retell it but hey, it's my blog.)

A few seasons ago, Justin and our roommate Kevin went skiing in the back country when all of a sudden nature called and Justin couldn't hold it in any longer. With his skis still fully intact, he popped a squat right there in the snow covered woods, making an unseemly brown mark on an otherwise pristine trail. When he was done, he caught up to Kevin who had skiied ahead to give him some privacy and the two drove home with their skis tucked neatly inside Justin's rental car. During the hour-long ride, Kevin started detecting a foul odor which he immediately likened to feces, but neither one of them knew where it came from. When they got home and opened the back door to get their skis out, Justin noticed a big patch of mud stuck to the tips of his skis and some of it had melted onto his car. So naturally he used his glove and tried to wipe it off with some snow. It turned out the patch of mud wasn't mud at all. It was his smelly response to nature's call earlier. He must have missed and got shit all over his own skis and trapped the smell inside the car while the two of them were driving along - Dumb and Dumber style. Smooth move, Exlax. Good thing it was a rental car...