Bear Mountain Mogul Weekend

Upon waking, I told Steve it was late. He said, "So what?" The temperature was 16 degrees. He was right. We lounged and got a surprise pick up from Bob & Diana sometime before 10.

On our way to Bear, Steve & I had completely forgot it was Mogul Weekend. Shit! We have no BBQ plan, no table, no people, no nothing. And at this late hour, where are we going to park????

There was no need to panic. There was plenty of room in the back half of the parking lot. On our way in we were handed a bumper sticker and a volume of rules. No grills, no tents, no tables, no chairs, no coolers, no dogs, and preferably no kids. It's good someone brought their kids, because they're the only ones in the mogul competition. The Fun Police are the new social directors of Bear Mountain Mogul Weekend.

Skiing at Bear in the morning was unBearable. Very scrapy. the best skiing was on the other side of the mountain. We had a great time at Snowdon and the Eye. When we went back to Bear for a late lunch (not grilled, mind you) things had softened up and it was great. We stayed out until after 2. Big Blue Sky & Sunshine all day.

As soon as Bob finished his sandwich with two inches high of deli meat in it, he deserted us to go to the deck and "Get things started." The rest of us shrugged our shoulders and had another Thin Mint.

About a half hour later, we looked out from the second floor of the lodge onto the deck, and there he was. Lonely Bob with a big Bud Light. We joined him, meeting Ray Leno on our way. He was wondering why Steve and I didn't take his drunken ass home the night before from the Lookout.

The band, Moe, was really good. They were a couple of guys who never wanted to be musicians, but whose friends said they were really good. Someone described them as the biggest underground band ever. The have clearly been inspired by the Dead and Phish. In fact, the open for Phish now that Phish is back.

The crowd at Bear was for Moe, not the moguls. In fact, even the moguls were half-assed. They were bear-ly visible bumps. The band played to throngs of their groupies who are the newest generation of long-haired, tie-dyed wearing, peaceniks. Only a few of them were on the deck, because most of them are not old enough.

Then there was the other show: A man and three women all making out with each other. Voyeur Bob was transfixed and couldn't help but make a few loud comments. Byron was there 20 minutes before he saw there was a man under all that breast tissue. Bug-eyed Bob saw a nipple ring, but I never did. We all wondered what BB would say if she were here and we all know What Wayne Would Do.

The fun continued at the Lookout where we talked about it all over again. Ray Leno was there too. Then back to H-4 for pork chops and mashed potatoes. Bob badgered Diana throughout the preparations, "Did you make the gravy? Did you make the gravy?"

The gravy was great, the chops were perfectly grilled. Thanks for dinner!