"what the fuck was that?"

- it sounded like a truck just ran into the house. which was weird, since
we're in the middle of a national park, in the middle of nowhere.

a lound "bang" with a simultaneous shake. it was truly weird. and almost in
perfect timing with the bad scifi/horror movie we were watching on the 50-inch.

about 30 seconds later, i realized i had finally felt my first earthquake. pretty
damned cool. of course, we went outside in the cold to make sure it wasn't just the
basement collapsing, or a tree falling on the house or some shit like that. nope. an honest-to-god earthquake. cool. within minutes other folks who live in the park were calling for some confirmation that they weren't just on drugs.

i realize for people in california and other earthquake-prone regions, that this might seem insignificant, but we're so close to smack-dab in the middle of the north american plate here, that it's a big thing when it happens. and weird. and cool.

anyway. yesterday was also the first snowboarding day of the season. a good day, too.
decent snow, not a ton of people, and i met some folks on the lift around 12:30 or so
that i spent the rest of the day with. cool folks, even if they were skiiers. (telemarkers get so much more respect from me.)

today, it's back in the cave. and i'm sore as shit. why do i do this?