Yeah, I survived the great skiing and drinking adventure of 2009. We skiied (and my dad kicked everyone ass as usual). We drank (and I drank my dad under the table).
Much drinking, a little train riding, and some corousing with Floridians, bribing the train supervisor with beers, and some falling down later, I am home.
However, to commemorate this monumental occasion, I have pictures. Here you go.
PS- today I also ripped up the bumps on Aces & Eights- probably my favorite run in the Vasquez. Love it love it love it.
God, my knees hurt.
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