Ski Trip Puns

Everything started off well, but things went downhill really fast.

Hands down camping. It was so in tents.

A little context: I'm driving around in Yellowstone with my dad and my girlfriend. My dad went on a three week cross country ski winter camping trip when he was 17 in Yellowstone. We are currently talking about whether or not it is important to carry bear spray.

Dad: "Did I ever tell you about that time I woke up a bear on my ski trip?"

Me: "What?! No, that's crazy, what happened?"

Dad: "Well, we were skiing through an open field when we hear a rumbling from about 100 yards behind us, and we turn back and there's a huge bear, and he looks at us and starts lumbering in our direction. At the time, I was with this girl who was not a very good skier, but we were pretty sure black bears can't climb trees, so we start hustling towards the woods. So I'm pulling her along and this bear is gaining on us but we get to the closest climbable tree and the bear is still 50 yards back. Like I said, she wasn't a very good skier, or really very coordinated in general, so I help boost her up into the tree and she's up there and she's pretty safe, but this took a minute and a lot of my energy. So now the bear is only about 15 feet away, and I've still got my skis on, and, you know, back then we didn't have fancy cross country skis, we had these big metal cable bindings and leather lace up boots, so I definitely don't have time to get them off. And I'm so exhausted from dragging this girl across the field and then shoving her up into the tree that I've got almost nothing left, and the first branch is about 8 feet off the ground. But this bear is coming at me and there's nothing I can do but jump for it, so I leap and pull myself up and over the branch using everything I've got right as the bear lunges for me and bites into my ski boot. So here I am, doubled over this branch with a bear's jaws on my foot, my skis on, and not one ounce of energy left, and he's really sinking his teeth in and he's really just pulling my leg just like I'm pulling yours!"

Every year on our family ski trip we drive by a store called "Super Shoes" on the way to the mountain.

He proceeds to say "I'll have the soup please!" and then the car erupts in laughter.

In the car with my brother and parents, heading out to a restaurant. Brother brings up a ski trip we're going on...

Brother: "I'm probably going to take it easy for the first day or two. Ski a couple blue squares, just do some minor things-"

Dad: "Dig for gold?"

Which means that for an hour in the car on the way to a Montana ski trip my dad and I went back-and-forth talking about it. (Source: I'm also a dad)

They have a factory that makes church benches. The famous Motley Pew.

They have their own brand of beer: The Motley Brew.

Stop by the diner for some Motley Stew.

Worst smokeless tobacco product ever: Motley Chew.

There's only one non-Christian in the whole town: The Motley Jew.

The town copyrighted their official town color: Motley Blue.

You cut a big hole in the ice and put a circle of peas around it.

When he comes to take a pea, kick him in the ice-hole.

-my dad, driving to our skiing trip.

My dad is planning his trip up north. He recently got into skiing.

Him: I want to see your uncle, John(my brother), and ski.

Me: Who's ski?

My mom laughed, but my dad didn't appreciate it...

We are on a ski trip in Colorado for his birthday and Christmas. We have to wake up early so we can get a good parking space and beat the crowds. Today is his birthday and our alarm clock this morning was the theme song to Hawaii 5-O. He turned 50 today. Hahaha.