I’ve only been to New Orleans once, when I was 6 or 7 years old. We stopped there for a few days in the middle of one of those interminable family vacations: three weeks in the station wagon, Disney World, the beach, stops to see family and friends. This trip took us from Columbus to… Read More preservation, baby.
OK. I wasn’t kidding about The Wife’s knee problem. Or any of the other shit I mentioned. Anyway, if I have the Flickr stuff figured out correctly, you should be able to click on the photo and be magically transformed to a small set of pictures from our trip. And yes, the selection isn’t as… Read More evidence.
Here it is, y’all: A blow-by-blow of our week at Snowmass. Thanks for waiting. Monday:A tune-up day for everyone. The Wife had a great time skiing around the Funnel and Fanny Hill areas, and even tackled a gentle blue run in the Two Creeks area. She was very pleased, and rightfully so. The rest of… Read More the week that was.
A Beatle sighting. Jump turns on KT Gully (look it up on a trail map, kids). “You fall, we haul.” Watching Ohio State basketball on my goddamn telephone. It’s all part of our bizarre, and nearly completed, trip to the Rockies. A full recap will be posted soon, and if you all behave, there may… Read More wrapped.
Uncle Crappy got his wish, boys and girls. When I got up to the top of the Burn this morning, there was between 6 and 8 inches of fresh snow waiting for me, and it was still snowing. The trails got tracked up pretty quickly, so I spent much of the morning ducking in and… Read More say ‘powdah,’ frenchie.
The trip has been fabulous so far, with one small exception: The Wife blew a knee this morning, so the skiing part of her vacation is done. We’re still having fun … but …
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