Jackson Hill Climbs
After several years of trying to convince me attending the Snowmobile Hill Climbs in Jackson Hole would be fun, Erik and I finally went up last weekend along with the Chattertons and McCombers. And I have to admit, I had a good time.
Of course that could be because most of the weekend centered around where we would be dining next. Since I'm an absolute food junkie, I was more than willing to let that topic take a good portion of our discussions. And the end result of each discussion definitely didn't disappoint. We ended up at Bubba's BBQ twice, once for dinner and once for lunch, and it was fantastic. I *heart* bbq, so I wasn't going to argue over going twice - although I did resist going for breakfast also. With so many great places to eat, you need to experience more of what's available, like the delicious Merry Piglets with chicken and spinach enchiladas. Yum!!!
And luckily I was able to get my first breakfast choice of the Bunnery on Saturday. Even though the guys were embarrassed to be seen in such a tree-hugger establishment (complete with OSM toast - oats, sunflower seeds, and millet - and granola), I thoroughly enjoyed my turkey and swiss croissant and eggs. I think you can pair pretty much anything with a croissant and have it turn out great. :)
The amazing part was that after such fabulous fare, I'd lost 5 pounds by Monday morning!?! Of course, it's all come back now, so I guess it doesn't really count...but it made me feel a little less guilty about not exercising the entire weekend but still eating all that wonderful food.
When we weren't eating, we spent some time in the lodge watching the hill climbs and staying warm all at once. And Tina and I wandered down to downtown Jackson for some shopping and some interesting exhibits at Ripley's. We did finally head up the mountain on Sunday...leave it to us to pick the day when it dumped two feet of new snow to trek up a mountain, but that's what we did. Thankfully, though, Tina was with us, and it was nice to have someone along who seems to hate the cold more than I do. ;)
But it gave me a whole new appreciation for what was going on seeing how steep this "hill" really was and almost taking the entire group down with me in once particular klutzy moment. And a new respect for Landon, Ashley's brother, who went over the top twice.
After a couple hours of watching a blizzard up close and personal, the best part of the weekend came: the butt luge! From the top of Snow King Mountain, we were able to slide most of the way down in the trench that had been created by those who went down before us. If you've ever been on an alpine slide, it was very similar only soooo much more fun! I was almost willing to pay for another lift ticket just to slide down again, but alas....we had to get home to pick up Lily and Laddie at Grandma and Grandpa's.
