February 25th: Missoula Mayhem
I arrived in Missoula shortly after midnight and this is what I found. Someday I'll be able to tell my grandkids that I knew the O-Ring Failures when they were playing in a Missoula basement. Killing it.
"Snowbowl fun in Missoula."
But there was skiing to be had, so Smitty, Thompson, Kev, and I spent our first day warming up at the local Missoula hill: SnowBowl. We found some sweet stashes at this two-lift, locals only, more-famous-for-their-Bloody-Marys-than-their-slopes, awesome ski hill. No shortage of character.
February 26th: Pillows? Pillows!
"Great Pacific pillows in the Crystal Theater outside Missoula."
Thompson gathered some intel and we headed for the Crystal Palace. We didn't know exactly where we were going, so we just followed the tracks ahead of us...
Snow to the left... and to the right... and to the up... and to the down.
Kev was ripping them pillows apart and we all chose to document powdery explosion after powdery explosion.
February 27th: A turn or two. Maybe three.
The Lumberjack in Lolo, our food/drink/beds the night before, proved to be a festive locale with live country tunes and a motley crew of Montana students. The next morning was slow, and Kev hit the Subaru snooze button while Smitty, Thompson, and I got a few mellow tree turns.
"Leaving Missoula, bound for Glacier National Park."
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