The copilot and I go on a (psuedo) annual ski trip with some of our college friends. This year: South Lake Tahoe.
|Yay! Ready to go.|
|Hmm. That might be dangerous.|
Even though it was kind of raining the first day.
Mother Nature smiled upon us, though, and provided a bounty of 20 inches of fresh snow.
We might have ventured off-piste a little bit to embrace the powdies. Shhh, don't tell ski patrol. We had to be careful of submerged rocks and trees, since the base was so thin. I rented some fatty skis for the occasion and got the damage waiver so I could go over rocks and not feel guilty about it.
I wish I lived here.
OH. And I also finished those stupid man-socks.
|Don't ask why the stripes are different, because I don't know.|