Vacation within a vacation

I sometimes forget that I live in a wonderful vacation resort, and then some friends visit.

James and Dan dropped by for the past week or so. Lots of drinking, skiing, eating, boozing, skiing, recreational activities, eating, and so much more. The skiing was intense, the eating was gourmet, and the boozing was a marathon. Beer pong was broken out for the last time on the infamous Olaf/Penn St table. An 80's power hour or two was taken on, and there was always room for apres. Daily achings and tight muscles only provided another excuse for alcohol.

Both boys kicked my ass on the slopes, but I held my own. I caught some air on a few mini jumps (like hell I'm doing the big ones kids) and I look a bit more graceful on moguls. And when I say graceful, I mean I can make about five turns before my ass gets cold again.

I realized this was my last real hoorah for the slopes this year. I may make a few more days. But between a drive home late March/early April, another trip home late April, and working doubletime to swing all this, I can kiss my powder days good-bye. I'm satisfied with my season, no regrets. I made lots of progress, beat up the skis real well, bent the shit out of my poles, and my head's still in tact. (Knock on wood - like I said, I still might get in a few more days)

Pictured are some of the activities that took place.