The 38th day of snowboarding for the season may have been the best one yet. There is nothing like soft snow to make you feel and look like a hero coming down steep bump lines with huge moguls.
We got to eat lunch outside.
Katie had this stupid grin etched on her face all day.
And I could take pictures of the kids without them yelling at me to hurry up because it was too cold.
All was good. The joy of spring skiing is the anticipation for the fleeting time during which it exists, and then just savoring how sweet it is when it finally arrives.
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| Katie and friends at the top of FIS |
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| The view from Slidebrook lift looking back towards Lincoln Peak |
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| Lunchtime on the patio at Lincoln Peak |
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