Spring Break Saga Continues…
So, imagine me, just vibing at Break Espresso, my phone turned face down (apologies to the almighty Gmail deities, but it’s content creation time, baby!), soaking up the vibes of another epic week gone by. Oh, those skiing tales I teased you with earlier? Strap in, my friend, because the ride just escalated to new heights of crazy—and, dare I say, comedy gold.
We made our grand return to Lolo Pass, and folks, the sunset was nothing short of a Bob Ross masterpiece—think majestic golden skies and shadows performing a ballet on the snow. It was like glimpsing Mount Fuji through the lens of a ski aficionado’s dream. Words like “breathtaking” barely scratch the surface. ✨
But then, the plot thickens. Mid-descent, my boot decides to bid adieu, snapping in half and leaving me as deflated as a party balloon post-celebration. Major downer, right? But, in the spirit of when life hands you lemons (or, in my case, rebellious ski gear), you make lemonade (or perhaps venture for a hot spring adventure instead).
So, with a “let’s roll with it” attitude, we set our sights on Idaho’s hot springs. Picture the scene: Jerry Johnson Hot Springs, under the cloak of night, following a half-hour trek through the wilderness (because, apparently, relaxation must be earned), and WHAM! We’re suddenly extras in a scene that could fit snugly in a Coen brothers flick. There’s this woman, battling the sub-20 chill, in a comedic struggle with her attire. Suffice it to say, these hidden oases come with their own brand of entertainment.
Awkwardness quickly gave way to bliss as we melted into the warm embrace of the hot springs, our earlier troubles (and perhaps a sneaky snowflake or two) dissolving into the steamy air. Capping off a day of serendipitous twists with a possible elk cameo near Elk Meadows (because on-the-nose naming is just part of the charm, right?).
In short, spring break keeps delivering the unexpected, and honestly, I’m here for all of it. Keep your eyes peeled for more escapades (and fingers crossed for fewer boot catastrophes)!
On this day in history, Back in the mystical land of ’04, I found myself perched on the edge of destiny, with the “2004 EFTA Race Schedule” in hand. Picture me, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to etch my name onto the unforgiving terrain of cycling lore..
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