In the 1800, thousands upon thousands of settlers from the east made their way west to find wide open spaces and a dream of a better life. Their mode of transportation? The soles of their boots. Possibly a horse. Maybe a covered wagon. What ever they used to cross the Great Plains as transportation, nothing would compare to the fine luxury MauiSkiBus gave to a tropical ski bum and two Maui beach lovin’ dogs. A dance floor on top with a speakeasy storage area, a Maui sand interior floor to represent a beach, speakers all around to play Brother Israel Kamakawiwiole’s “Somewhere over the Rainbow”, and a diesel engine to push the bright yellow bus up and over mountain passes over 11,000 feet. So straight and easy for a batchleor that can easily bend, yoga baby!
Oregon was one of the main destinations for these settlers traveling in wagon trains from the east. Wide open pasture and farm acreage, beautiful mountains surrounding verdant valleys, rivers of clean water, and a climate never too harsh for any soul. Rivers have curves, never seem to go straight, and always have a special bend. Hence, stop here, unload the wagons, set-up camp, make a new home here, under the watchful eye of a batchleor. This is the spot, the Bend, the unwed male mountain ski resort, the Batchleor of all mountains. The Deschutes River is here, so are a set of sister mountains, and land to be had for all.
Another awesome day to ski another awesome ski resort of the American West. Mt. Batchleor, Oregon, the 98th resort so far, not to be compared to a 98 pound weakling. Vacant black diamond ski runs of MauiSkiBus’ choice were free for the taking. A group from ski.com was there to share some runs, again patrollers were delighted in the ski adventure story, and the marketing manager set MauiSkiBus up with a premier parking location. The dogs were a hit with all, Franklin with his exact seal sounding bark, and Gykaiya happy to see all, tail wagging at 1,000 rpms!
When is a goal over with? At the end of the finish line. When the timeclock shows 0.00. When one has reached their goal plateau. And at the per-decided end. At #98 resort, the goal seemed to be so close to be conquered. However, mental attitude maintains a focus on every turn, every mile driven, awaiting the pre-determined number. 100. One Hundred. Ten times ten. 98 plus 2. Mt.Batchleor was the 98th and the tropical ski bum batchleor would not be satifised until the additional 2 were added. Off to another resort from here. Another number.