the list, pt. 2

Where were we?  Right: so after H vacuumed the house and did all his laundry Saturday late afternoon, he went to Crown Burger for dinner and then to the RSL game vs. the New England Revolution.  Unbeknownst to me, he'd planned ahead and gotten himself a ticket Friday afternoon, landing a seat near midfield and about five rows back from the field.  RSL won 2-1 (yay!) but standout goalkeep Nick Rimando hurt his shoulder and will be out for at least one game.

Sunday morning came clear but chilly again.  H packed up all his gear - and he'd need a lot of it before the day was done - and headed to Ruth's for breakfast.

The next stop was some MTBing at Park City's Glenwild trails which, given the paucity of snow this winter have dried up quickly.  He gashed up his leg pretty good on a hairpin turn in loose gravel.

He then swapped out his mountain bike for his road bike and did a 24.92 mile road ride in Park City,

before taking himself to lunch at the No Name Saloon.

After lunch he got back in his truck and drove through Parley's Canyon, down Wasatch Boulevard and up Little Cottonwood Canyon to Alta: he was going skiing.  He bootpacked up in his tele boots and did one run.  (At this point, I had gotten back to SLC and was heading to the house.)  There's still some snow, and he saw two other people doing the same thing he was, but the place was pretty deserted.

Having finished his ski run, he had one thing left on his amazing list: beer at the Porcupine.  He gave me a call and invited me to join him there; I thew B in my car and did just that.  As we split our requisite pitcher of Full Suspension, H couldn't stop grinning as he updated me on his weekend.  I totally stand corrected - he was able to do everything on his list.

And even better, we've proved to ourselves that we can still keep busy doing fun stuff even though the lifts aren't turning.