Marcus, I bow down to your greatness once again. . .

On my visit to Grand Targhee I was so jealous of Marcus's sweet-ass goggle tan that I've been plotting and planning ever since on how I could get one of my own. Turns out that Mother Nature is much more cunning than even I am and had plans of her own. The conditions on the mountain today were perfect for accomplishing my goal of the second most radical goggle tan in the history of goggle tans. While mine is pretty darn good, Marcus, you are still the king.