The guys just couldn't get enough skiing in this winter, so they made a day trip to Mountain High (the closest place to ski). They returned at the end of the day sore and happy.
The man who started it all.
My dad didn't learn how to ski until he was nearly 40,
and I always admired his tenacity to master the sport.
He loves it today as much as he did when he first started.
And thanks to him, not only do I enjoy skiing but now Neal
has grown to love it also.
Neal took a picture of this sign on the way to ski his
first black diamond. Sweet.
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