Day 3 with Rocco in the am and then a family from Florida in the pm. The afternoon lesson showed up late and dad was a bit manic. Ended up skiing primarily with his 16 y/o son and wife, who was really cool (at one point when we were deciding whether or not to ski "Tonini's", which was boilerplate, mom heckled her son in regards to his age: he was having trouble sidestepping out of the run and back to "East Ridge" and she made sure to let him know that she and I were 3X his age and didn't have any trouble doing it!).
“The best place in the world to ski is where you’re skiing that day.” — Warren Miller
