I had heard a great deal about the epic slopes of Jackson Hole, known both for their steepness and general difficulty. With that in mind, I armed myself with calories in the form of a peanut butter, jelly, banana, and mini-chocolate chip sandwich. My legs were still burning after a few runs down the
Hobacks, but at least my stomach wasn't aching.
Snow was melting fast for the first weekend in March, which helped the
apres-ski scene get going early. Having a solid bluegrass act at the base of the tram also helped bring out scores of locals and tourists alike, who didn't feel like pushing around the heavy mush at the base of the mountain.
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