The Bird

Evan and I took advantage of a Monday off to go skiing. We don't do it nearly enough (he frequently tells me) and it shows... for me anyway. I'm guessing things you only do once or twice a year don't really qualify as hobbies. No matter. It was still really great. Decent snow, blue bird skies, absolutely no lift lines.

Even though I've been skiing longer, I'm not sure who's teaching who here. He's always ahead of me and patiently waits to make sure I've not fallen off the side of the mountain. He even hit a jump in the terrain park just off Mid Gad. He didn't exactly land it. In fact, it was ugly. I still gave him the five bucks anyway. He earned it.