Back in Colorful Colorado. Bullshit!

No more skiing the wrong line and ending up above some very large and very tight rocks. That happened to me on Saturday just before leaving Portillo. Fortunately I left on my own two feet. I was not positive that was going to be the case. No pictures of my wayward line were taken by any posse members, however, three other skiers stopped to take photos of the gringo who was about to die.

At least now we are no longer too tired to get some pics up. This is Paul going ginormous way above the Hotel Portillo. There was a pretty good crowd around, as far as crowds go for Portillo, when Paul hit this one. Chris Davenport had just took five or so from his clinic off the rock. They still needed a little schooling, so Paul went after and drew the most cheers. We will be putting up a link to an online photo album either today or tomorrow.