When Carmelo and I got the tweet that Ajax was re-opening for Memorial Day weekend...we almost sh*t our collective pants. 30+ days travelling without an agenda or a GPS had led to lots of fun and interesting adventures. Alas, the allure of the open road was getting old.
We had 2 options; pay $459 per night for a crappy hotel in San Francisco over Memorial Day weekend...or point our sled East and rip a few last turns on Ajax. As an added bonus we'd get to crash in our own beds for the first time in over a month. It was clear that my furry best friend was looking for some stability. Gas...check....cruise control...check...rogain...check. We headed East I analyzed the old fashioned road atlas (no GPS for us) and we hit Hwy 50 East, a.k.a The Loneliest Highway. Have you done it? 1000 miles to glory, a straight shot to our apartment home in Aspen. Hwy 50 is intense, 3 or 400 miles between gas stations. very few other cars.
Carmelo and I took a quick overnight at the always gorgeous Lake Tahoe. A drive-by gambling sesh at Harrah's in S. Lake Tahoe yielded results. Carmelo got to jump in the 48 degree water and I took down Harrah's. Luckily I scored on almost every doubling opportunity at the black jack table. On the downside smoking is allowed in Nevada casinos and the second hand smoke was killing me. I was up BIG, I thought...let's blow this town. We hit the road with a pocket full of Benjamins.
The next 600 miles sucked. A single lane the whole way through desolate, rural Nevada. But it was worth it. Coming home to warm, clear, beautiful Aspen. There was still enough snow up top to slide on...and thanks to Aspen Ski Co. the lifts were spinning all weekend. All the usual suspects were there, all the Aspenites who love to ski and ride.
Click 4 pix. SKI MEMORIES on Memorial Day.