I'm on my 3rd day of skiing at Deer Valley and my skis have been troubling me the entire time. They keep popping off for no reason on turns! Today they finally called it quits. I narrowly avoided a complete disaster when the entire binding cracked and broke off. Luckily it was on a small jump and not while I was busting it down a mountain.
Ski patrol came by and asked if I needed a toboggan ride down. Everyone in my group is giggling like a school girl at the thought of me riding down and all the pictures that could be shared on Facebook of my embarrassing situation. So I told ski patrol "No toboggan can hold me!" and then ski'd down on one leg like an unbalanced yoga pose.
Without skis I'm done for the day, so Sam and I head to the commissary for a beer. I'm hoping Wasatch's Polygamy Porter will save my day. Their label is a Mormon man surrounded by 7 wives and the slogan is right up my alley, "Why just have one?" Love me some beer humor.
The porter is a pretty basic porter. It has a bit of chocolate and a decent roastiness. There isn't much complexity but the mouthfeel is smooth and creamy. All of this is translating right now to a relatively uninteresting but still quite enjoyable brew. Plus it's way better than being in a toboggan. TRANSFORMERS rating.
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