
Stacy and I are watching Jorge this weekend while Kristin and Ty are out of town. This meant that Jorge got to go skiing with Bowie and I. Stacy was not feeling well so she was not able to join us, but we had a good time nonetheless. We listened to
Sleater Kinney on the drive up in order to get pumped for the climb (note that Porter Fork does not entail too much climbing, but rather just walkin

g at a steady rate of a slight incline for a considerable amount of time). It was a bit much to handle both of them as we arrived at our destination due to the fact that Bowie knew what we were doing as was very excited about it, and Jorge didn't know but was excited for whatever lay ahead. The road was in horrible shape because of countless snowmobilers, sledders, skiers, etc. it was totally covered in ice. This did not terribly excite me for the ski down. I finally got my own pair of Switchback Voile bindings (next year's free pivot) so I was super stoked to give them a shot anyway. They were super smooth for the climb, and performed well - albeit much more neutral than my O1s - for the down. The dogs were all over the place. They were loving it. I too was feeling well so we went a little bit further today. We went beyond the road into Porter Fork trail for some distance. The area is so wooded that you cannot see what is around the next corner. We kept thinking that it was going to open up around the next bend and we were going to get a really beautiful view of the Wasatch backcountry. This never seemed to be the case, although we did get a few glimpses here and there. Eventually we became tired and

turned around. This is where it got exciting. The dogs had no problem keeping up at first - nor did they have problems running right in front of me and getting in my way. But after some time they began to lag behind. When we reached the road once again I stopped and waited for them both. Then we began again. I had to stop a few times down the road - and even had to walk a little back up to find Jorge being distracted by those people we were passing by. We all had a good time. I came out relatively unharmed, but Bowie and Jorge both came home with battle wounds. Jorge's is a bit more intense than Bowie's and he gets to have a cool bandage because of it. All in all we had a good time. I am sure it wouldn't be hard to convince Bowie or Jorge to go skiing with me again soon - it's just a matter of getting Kristing to sign off on it since he will be returned to her in his bloody state.