Adventures on The Slut...I mean Slot

The final potentially cold weekend down this way called for a visit to Northern Michigan for some skiing. This wasn't a great winter to be a skiier, and since I had my skiis tuned up and had my brother wax them specifically for this season it was good to finally get to use them. Amazing how quickly the snow can accumulate as you get going north. For those of you who have driven north on I-75, you know that there's nothing much to look at, but there is something peaceful about the whole trip, through woods and farmlands covered in snow. It's a great stress reliever to just sit and stare out the window. Also, I was listening to Joshua Radin, who I highly recommend. I heard about him through Zach Braff's website, and I have to say I'm thouroughly impressed. A less gritty version of Elliot Smith, but perfect for just sitting, unwinding and falling asleep to.

I started to notice as we got north, that the number of individuals wearing tapered jeans was climbing at an alarming rate. Pat seemed to think that this was because of a lack of fashionable clothing options in the area, and for having grown up with these styles. I tend to agree with this theory, but it got us to brainstorming other things which might increase in prevalence as we continued on North. Pat figures tapered jeans would show a positive correlation of 0.69, which for you stat buffs is slightly significant, we placed mullets at a 0.53 positive correlation, racing/snowmobiling jackets came in first place with a 0.84 positive correlation, bringing up the rear was a sticker of Calvin peeing on a Ford/Dodge symbol at a positive correlation of 0.19, and finally Carhart or camouflage clothing came in at 0.75. The things we come up with when we have too much time on our hands

The skiing was great, weather was perfect and I got a nice sunburn. The skiis were running a bit fast, probably because they were properly waxed for once, so it took a few runs to get back into things. Pat and I capped off the trip with a steep and narrow run called the Slot, whose sign someone had cleverly fixed to read "The Slut". Of course, hijinx and hilarity ensued....long story short, it was a good ride.