A Day of Sunshine
Our annual downhill ski trip took us to the mountains for the weekend.
I played ski dad, watching the speedy skiers race past me on most hills as I trailed behind the Kid who is still a lot cautious about her abilities — which are actually pretty solid considering she’s only skied a half dozen times in her life.
A lot of green runs, a handful of blue and one trip to the very summit of the Great Divide at about 2800m of elevation and a helluva view of the world below as the wind bellowed and we started our full decent.
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