Love that color blue (although would prefer to see it dark and stormy)
So while I did laundry, baked two batches of cookies, worked on boxes to mail back east for Christmas, dusted and put out some Christmas decorations, H took the ski bus up to Alta to get his runs in. He ended up skiing until 2 p.m., at which point it was Miller time (or more correctly, PBR time). He reported that the conditions were definitely better than last time - but also it was such a nice day up there that he didn't want to quit.
Nice day indeed
Notable mentions on the day: (1) H got carded (!!!), buying his PBR at Goldminer's Daughter; and (2) he made a new friend on the bus ride down: a ten year old Snowbird race team member who had had a great day on the hill and who was totally bummed that he had to go to a birthday party in Idaho Falls on Sunday instead of more skiing. At this point, all my chores in good order, I was willing to hit the slopes on his behalf.
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