<--[Look! It's a ski bum!! And no, that isn't Jesse, who I speak of lower down in this blog. I found this on Google Images under "ski bum". It made me laugh.]

Good evening, ladies and gents. So, remember that other snow story I was going to divulge the next day? Yeah, well, it’s only been a few days, right? Plus, I did say I was using the “tomorrow” loosely, right? Well, anyway, this second encounter with the horrid snow occurred about a week after the first. Apparently, Mother Nature didn’t get the memo that it’s MAY!! Not January. Nonetheless, I made my way up the canyon very, very carefully through the possibly treacherous roads up to Snowbird. I passed Entry 1, 2, 3, and finally ventured down Entry 4, knowing that it was not a good idea. I made it about half the way down before my back tires slipped to the left, almost to the point where I was perpendicular to the road. Scary? Uh, yeah. Somehow, I managed to ease my car so it was heading the right direction and veered to the right of the road, parked, put on the “E” brake, and put on my hazards, which I had never used before, by the way. I called what I thought was the number for the bakery, but all I got that weird sound and some chick saying that the number was out of order. Awesome. Luckily, I had my boss’ number and luckily she was working that day and answered her phone. I informed her of my predicament and she said she was gonna send two of my co-workers, Jesse and Jonas, to come to my aid. Too bad the whole damsel-in-distress thing is so passé. In my case, it was just embarrassing. Twice in a week and a half? At this point, it’s becoming to be more my fault than the car’s. Besides, you’d think that I would be smart enough not to drive on these sorts of days, but no. Anyway, so as I sat in my car by the side of the road, I watched all the people pass by with their 4-wheel drive and snow-equipped cars, giving me looks of pity. I know they’re all thinking, “She tried to get up here in that? She’s crazy!!”. Yeah, well, join the club, dude.

Well, eventually I see someone coming from the direction of the Cliff Lodge, where I work, and it looks like they have checks on (which is what we call our checkered chef pants), but I’m not sure. He (well, I think it’s a he) has a hoodie on and with the hood up and it’s also snowing at this point, so visibility isn’t at it’s best. Also, I thought it would be 2 guys, so, you know. Well, the person eventually got close enough that I could see their face and it happened to be Jesse, my co-worker.

Now, at this point, let me interject a quick note about Jesse. Jesse is a ski bum, in every single sense of the phrase. Not that there’s anything wrong with that because almost everyone who works at Snowbird is a ski bum. Their whole purpose in life is to ski and party. And they only get jobs so they can earn enough money for the skiing and partying. Jesse will take the early shift (which is 5am, by the way), work until 1 or 2 pm, ski for a few hours, party until the early morning, and then repeat. Don’t know how they do it, but somehow they do. A lot of them even move from far away just for the snow during the winter. In Jesse’s case, he came from Palm Beach, Florida. This past winter was his second season at Snowbird, so he pretty much had the routine down and already knew everyone. I came in just at the end of the official season, so we only worked together for about a month. I came to realize what sort of person he is in this short time. On the whole, he’s a pretty good guy. We just don’t have that much in common. He’s all about the ladies, the snow, and the parties. And I’m…not. I couldn’t tell you how many stories he has related that included someone getting drunk. Always lovely.

Anyway, back to the story. As Jesse approached my car, I rolled down my window and greeted him with a “Hey” and an embarrassed look. He asked if I just wanted him to drive my car for me and I was all for that. So I think he was waiting for me to get out of the car or something, but I just decided to scooch over to the passenger’s seat and only when I opened the drivers’ side door for him did he realize I had moved. So, he gets in and I tell him he can adjust the seat if he wants and I’m pretty sure I blabbered a little cause I was nervous. Crazy. So, he puts it in drive and the second he takes his foot off the brake, we start to seriously slide. He says “How did you get up here like this?” My response, “ I have no idea.” Just then he realized the emergency brake was still on, which is why the sliding was so bad. He then explained to me that braking in any form while heading down that hill will cause my car to slide. Awesome. Well, then it’s good I didn’t try to get down the hill alone cause I totally would have died, or at the least, hit another car. Ah, the glories of snow. So Jesse makes it down the hill and heads to the right toward the Cliff Lodge. He drops me off and tells me he’s gonna park my car on the 4^th floor of the structure, which is underground parking, but it’s above ground. You know what I mean? Yeah, so I’ve never parked in there. Once I got off work, I headed there, but it took me a while find the friggin’ stairs. A sign said the stairs were out of order for maintenance, but I took them anyway. I think it was just because there was a leak somewhere and ice had frozen on the stairs, banisters, everywhere.

Well, it was a pretty eventful day on the whole. One that I really wouldn’t care to repeat, actually. Hope you enjoyed my account of it. I’ll try not to wait so long between blogs, but no promises. Ciao.