After a night of debauchery and Jack Daniels, we geared up for our first day of riding. We went up to some chute on the 2nd run and my Jersey skills prevailed. That’s not sarcasm. I actually did pretty well! I felt a little like Frogger… jumping from landing to landing, avoiding trees, rocks and the occasional Buick Century. We scaled the mountain from side to side and I even got a chance to see the yard stick that measures the natural base depth. Apparently, this is a record-breaking year for Steamboat. Congrats, guys!