Thighs. So. Shredded. A few runs with Rachel and Kurt made it clear that my legs weren't obeying my commands swiftly enough to stay in the trees, so I split off and played around on the mountain. Even skied some groomers and some bump runs. I'm not even sure if I can really claim this as a half day, but it was fun, and yesterday was epic.
“The best place in the world to ski is where you’re skiing that day.” — Warren Miller
