re: #89 teleskiguy

This was a fun day. Too Much Fun Club kind of day. A foot and a half of new snow. My co-worker/partner in crime (she doesn’t even ski, and she grew up in Breckenridge, CO. She’s one of my favorite anomalies) was working and said we all walked in after skiing and we acted like we all just got laid for the first time.

My Da (born in 1927 in Denver and learned to ski at A-Basin and always wore yellow goggles) would say “Outstanding powder skiing! But what is he wearing on his head?” Helmets are so not retro.