Today I went skiing for the first time in the new season. The dawn of the second season away from home, and while I like my new home and I'm really not that far from my old home, I cherish the memories I made in my years growing up. My friends and I can sit and talk about the storm of '01 or the great powder stash we found on the cold day the race was canceled. Or the first time we tried telemarking or fat skis. Anyway here are some of the beset memories of my life:
maybe I'm just freaked out about getting older as I approach my quarter life crisis year, maybe I just don't want to let go of my past but my past was so good. Lets see some of your memories of your home mountain.
and a decent picture to close
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