The plan was to go to Squaw Valley today to get a practice day in before we go to work. Then last night happened. We went to see a band called Dan Hicks and His Hot Licks. Just a hoot! He's an old Haight-Ashbury guy from the 60s who started touring again a few years back. The guy is a riot, with funny between songs banter. He calls his band toe-tapping Caucasian hip-hop! After playing his hits "I Scare Myself" and "Canned Music," he played my favorite: "How Can I Miss You if You Never Go Away." He did holiday ditties like "Making Sure Your Yule is Cool," and "Rudolph the bald-headed reindeer, had a very shiny head, and if you've ever saw him, you'd wish you'd seen something else instead."
So the show was at Crystal Bay Casino in Nevada. It was about 45 minutes away in a snowstorm through a pass. "Why are we doing this?" Ziggy asked rhetorically as High-Ho-Silver climbed up the summit. Needless to say, we were in a casino after the show and next thing you knew, it was a MILF attack and we didn't get home till close to 5. So sleep this morning, not skiing.
And then packing....and later unpacking. Somewhere along the way we've got six giant pine cones to mail to Benny back in Chicago.
Other than that the past two days were uneventful. We made it to the Donner Memorial Park and watched a movie about the Donner Party. For those who don't know, it was a group of 80-some pioneers trying to get through Donner Pass during the winter of 1846. They got trapped there, about half died and some started feeding on the dead to survive. There was a monument with a base of 22 feet, I think, which was the height of the snow that had accumulated. Oddly enough, both Zig and I felt sick to our stomaches after this tour, probably half from the story we'd heard and half from hangovers that were gaining strength!