We completely owned the mountain, especially the boys who dared to do blacks. I did one black, and although after the fact it wasn't that bad, I think I'll stick with the blues. At least my heart doesn't race with panic on those runs.
This year no one was injured...too bad. But everyone had their share of "bonks". Was Dad the only one that didn't fall over? We think Brian had a bout with altitude sickness, but he was tough and got over that fast. He'd never let the mountain beat him that easily!
Of course the nephews were the cutest and we are all blessed to be able to see them about every 6 months.

In other random news, I got a cool haircut with some highlights, and I'm going to start putting our honeymoon, ski trips, and other vacations into a scrapbook!!