That day Wes described at Crested Butte   may be  my most memorable single day in my career. 

Along with this one, featuring Wesley Alan Wright as well. 

My post on April, 5, 1994:

>20,000 feet of vertical. Perfect corn. 9 Holes.

Wesley elaborated:

I told Jonathan that officially, I was not there. I was not, but if I was,
I might feel compelled to embellish his report somewhat.

>From what I hear, Jonathan and the Mad Mystery Skier hit MRG around 10:30
AM. Warmed up with Catamount/Lynx/Beaver. Lots of hard bumps, snow just
starting to soften. Some warm up. Well, better than Fall Line (which
Jonathan has on past visits insisted on warming up on).

What to do for run Two? Paradise? Chute? Go out to see what the 20th Hole
was like?

It's 45 degrees, getting darker, they've got an most of an entire day ahead
of them, and they're wearing dark glasses. Common sense says Chute. They
head for the 20th.

Turns out to be a wise decision. Deserted. All varieties of tracked and
untracked corn and cornlike surfaces. Even the long traverse across UFO
Bowl and through the Christmas Tree Farm was enjoyable. Fun, Fun, Fun.

What to do for run Three? Paradise? Chute? Go back out to the 20th Hole?

Jon says the day should be dedicated to the 20th. Mad Mystery suggests that
it's almost golf season, they should play a round of 9. Mad Mystery was
never known for his grasp of reality.

It's 50 degrees, getting darker, they've got less than five hours ahead of
them, and they're wearing dark glasses. They head for the 20th. They're on
a Mission from God.

Another UFO Bowl at 12:00 noon, eight more descents to go. Was four hours
enough time? Last run took 40 minutes. What about lunch? Simple arithmetic
grew more difficult as the day progressed...one run ran into another. Were
they on run 4 or 5? Who was that lone wood nymph on three-pins discovered
hiding in a grove of trees? Why were we born with knees, only to suffer and
die...

Each run seemed better than the last...until a point. Then pain began to
win out. But they were on a mission from God, and so they skied on. Around
2:00 PM, arithmetic indicated they still could do it...average run time cut
to around 35 minutes, including refreshments (but no lunch).

In the end, mission accomplished. Ten runs, Nine Holes, perfect corn. No
Holes in one, but both shot below par.

I wish I was there.

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