Since we really haven't had any white stuff to remind me that it's been winter, I almost forgot to get my ski on. Snowshoe had been in the talks because my friend Kimmy's brother opened up a hostel not far from there, so end of January we headed there!
We leave Friday afternoon and make our 6 hr trek to Elkins, WV. Being in the company of ridiculous people always leads to ridiculous times. With the help of RaulRaul (the Spanish TomTom), we got to the brewstel (brewery/hostel -- best combo ever?) close to midnight. A night of havoc ensued with all intent to wake up at a decent hour for skiing the next morning...
...yeah notsomuch. Andrew, being a morning person, gave us the best wake up by bringing us coffee and scones. After a slow morning, a hangover breakfast at a local diner where I downed greasy bacon strips, drove to Snowshoe, got our skis (the salesperson was from Cincy), we were on the slopes at... 2.
A rough start, but we made the most of it. While it had been sunny and dry in Elkins (and the rest of the country pretty much), we got snow that day at Snowshoe. Skied one side of the mountain til it closed at 5, rejuvenated (slowly) with food and drink, and then headed to the other side for night skiing til 9. For a good snowfall, the slopes weren't too busy, and the lines weren't too long :)
Exhausted as all hell, I did not think any shenanigans would take place, but we still ended staying up late (apparently I passed out for an hour in between... which I don't really remember...)
The brewstel itself is quite fantastic. It just had its official opening, so if you're ever in the area, def check it out (shameless plug). With a rustic feel, it's run by a swell group of guys, and has the best showers any hostel could ever offer you :P. And if you're really lucky, Andrew will make you homemade breakfast burritos in the morning!
On the way there, I had made the plea to stop at a Sonic if we saw one because going to WV is the only time I've encountered one while living in Cincy. On the way back, we took a mini detour to stop at one. One chocolate malt later and my weekend was perfectly complete.
