So I went to the mountain again last week. The snow was so good that I decided to snowboard instead of ski. About a foot and a half of fresh new "powder", it is Oregon after all. And we were treated to the most rare of all Pacific Northwest ski day happenings; Blue Skies.
The picture here is from when I could actually snowboard like I was a young guy because I was, in reality, a young guy. Now I am old and can't do this kind of move anymore. The mind remembers, the body forgot. A couple days and some Flexerall later and I'm as good as new.
Only 2 hundred and some odd days till hunting season.
GBCH
4 comments:
is that your first hunting jacket you are wearing?
Show yourself, Mr. Funnyguy.
you are honeycomb edx
BIG!
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