The water gathered at the bottom of my goggles, then beaded off, wandering down my face. My jacket and pants looked like they had taken a dip in the pool before deciding to attach themselves to me. Everything was wonderful. It was the Saturday morning of a holiday weekend. Normally the busiest weekend of the year on these slopes. The time when we give serious contemplation to not bothering to show up here.
A Perfect Day
A Perfect Day
A Perfect Day
The water gathered at the bottom of my goggles, then beaded off, wandering down my face. My jacket and pants looked like they had taken a dip in the pool before deciding to attach themselves to me. Everything was wonderful. It was the Saturday morning of a holiday weekend. Normally the busiest weekend of the year on these slopes. The time when we give serious contemplation to not bothering to show up here.