Holy buckets, I'm getting sophisticated, I think. Anyway, back from Steamboat where the skiing was good. We hit town at the same time their winter carnival was going off. The above clip is of a competition they hold down main street. The kiddiewinks hook themselves to a horse and cowboy and rip down the street on either ski's or snowboard. Pretty wild(west) if you're asking me. On Sunday morning, the adults get a crack and I've heard tale that there is a jump these boys must navigate. The competition was thought up years ago as a way to bring the ranching community and the skiing community together. One of our guides from our skiing trip told a story to the humor and delight of all that were within earshot of the time he tried his best. The cowboy was named Lad Dickey and he was all cowboy. He held the skier in somewhat of a dim light being a recreationist and all. Well the skier showed up on the morn of the event to find his cowboy drunker than drunk. Lad assured his skier that he'd run and that he shouldn't worry. Their number was called, and at the sound of the gun, the cowboy who was supposed to run his horse straight down mainstreet, mistakenly rode his horse off the jump. To the delight of the crowd no doubt. Cowboy got throwd and the skier, being sober and all, avoided the horse and now floundering cowboy. The cowboy got off the ground as the skier came slowly sliding by. Dusting off himself with his Stetson the cowboy turned and looked at the skier and said, "how'd we do?" The skier, trying not to laugh said, "about as good as could be expected." Good ole country folk. Gotta love 'em.

Johnny GoFast