The Lure of the Superbowl (Excerpted from Slippery Slopes)

The table nearby was lively with what appeared to be skiers still après-ing.

“That’s good terrain, but let me tell you about great,” said a young man in his twenties. He had a high flush on his cheeks, a combination, I thought, of sun, excitement, and the Jamaican Red Stripe clutched in his fist.

“Great is Moffit Basin in the Wasatch-Cache National Forest. You haven’t been snowmobiling until you’ve been to the Superbowl.”

“I don’t know, Jan, there’ve been at least a half-dozen avalanches there, all of them resulting in deaths. It’s not for the novice, recreational snowmobiler.” His friend was tall, with thick dark curls atop a broad, deeply-tanned face. He didn’t look like any wimp to me.

“That’s right,” chimed in a third, who was busy loading cocktail sauce onto an over-sized shrimp. “It’s terrific snowmobiling, but not for the lighthearted. And if you don’t wear a beacon, man, you’re asking for it.”

When we’d gone out in Midway, the tour guide from Lofty Peaks had been wearing a beacon and had given a unit to each of us, set to “transmit”. If there had been an avalanche, the instruction would have been to anyone not trapped to set their beacon to “receive,” in order to hear the audible beep from a victim buried under snow, whose beacon would still be in transmit mode. There hadn’t been any cause for concern that day, but I was glad for the sense if security it gave me.

“I’m just saying that,” continued Jan, “you want the experience, you go to the far reaches of Summit County, toward Evanston. That’s where the action is.”

Wyoming. I hadn’t been there yet. The name conjured up images of buffalo herds, the Tetons, and Yellowstone National Park. I half-listened to the rest of their conversation and worked on a crossword puzzle from The Park Record while I ate, then had my leftovers boxed and headed home. After Googling Moffit Basin, I texted Craig.

 Must talk Super Bowl, both of them. The response was immediate.

Have a date w/u 4 2/6 2 watch game? Other u mean Moffit?


U don’t go w/out me. We’ll talk.

Ok. Nite.

Schlaft gut, as yr hero wd say.

Stein Eriksen?

No response.


Now yr talking. Tomw. G.


About Tricia Pimental

Born in Brooklyn, New York, Tricia Pimental's second memoir, A Movable Marriage, has received 5 Star reviews from both Epic Book Quest and Readers' Favorite. It's available on Amazon in both Kindle ( and print ( versions. She is also the author of two Royal Palm Literary Award Competition-honored books: Rabbit Trail: How a Former Playboy Bunny Found Her Way, and Slippery Slopes. Other work has appeared in International Living Magazine; A Janela, the quarterly magazine of International Women in Portugal; and anthologies compiled by the Florida Writers Association and the National League of American Pen Women. A member of the Screen Actors Guild-American Federation of Television and Radio Artists and a former Toastmaster, Ms. Pimental resides in Portugal. She can be reached at and on Twitter @Tricialafille.
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