Chris's legs must hurt too much to smile
Andrea reported that although it wasn't a day where they were flying up and down the mountain, they did do pretty much nothing but bumps trails all day. Since there hadn't been any new snow to speak of, they gave up on Honeycomb Canyon after one toothy run. They managed a full day of skiing and when I rejoined them at home at 5:00 p.m., they were enjoying an apres-beer, all leaning up against the kitchen island since if they sat down, they'd likely fall asleep.
Our guests got cleaned up and packed, and we went to the Porcupine for dinner (Southwestern salads for Andrea and me, chile verde burrito for H, and some kind of chicken sandwich for Chris) before dropping them off at the airport. I hoped that they'd be tired enough that sleep would be a possibility - red-eyes are just brutal.
And, of course, that night it started snowing and Alta got another seven inches. They'll just have to come back again next year.
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