Jean Claude, conqueror of mountains, charmer of ladyfolk, whisperer of ponies

Once again, the Frisco Ultra Contingent regrouped for its traditional April ski trip to Colorado, although this time with some notable changes. In a major departure from the norm, Sean A. now has his own condo in Frisco and spent the majority of the vacation tapping into his inner Martha Stewart, picking out new home decor with him mom, Sue Ellen, who flew from Ohio to Frisco for a weekend of (a) helping Sean select floor boards, (b) getting ditched by Sean on trail runs, and (c) getting ditched while Sean went out skiing with his friends. In all fairness, the fact that Sean skipped out on so much beautiful sunny skiing that we don’t even have a picture of him is true testament to his new-found dedication to home fancying.

Happy FUCers

Aaron and Linda W. are FUCing regulars. How did I get on the Kerry/Doug invite list? My boyfriend comes with Benefits.

For ultra runners, the FUCers were surprisingly challenged by Copper Mountain trail maps

skiing can also be enjoyed from this position

We were supposed to be training for our Snow-Boot-Race-Of-Champions (SBROC), but fortunately Doug reclaimed our Safeway shopping cart at the bus depot to perpetuate a time-honored FUCing tradition.

ultra-runners don’t carry stuff

I think the highlight of the trip for Kerry was Saturday night when she thought that her weird neighbor was at her door and it instead turned out to be Billy (‘Billybob’) L. After filling our evening with stories (we’re still not sure what went down with those Australian tourists in Bangkok….), Billy then joined us for a couple days as our token snowboarder, greatly contributing to our FUCing fashion — and giving a good name to snowboarders (who have not been in our good graces since knocking down Aaron’s mom and fracturing her pelvis in January).

Billybob made some back moves on Jean Claude

I have to say, I am completely sold on April skiing. Sure, the snow could be a bit mushy in places, but I’d trade that for sun and blue skies in a heart beat, and on Sunday we even got fresh snow fall. Sign me up to be a FUCing regular.

Please. Like I can’t fend off  banana pants? Only one of us has ski poles.