Skied up around Mt. Hood today. I don't ski much; I'm sore. Bernie is like a snow gazelle while I am like a snow hippo. It was a good time, even if Bernie spent most of the day waiting for me to catch up. We stopped at a great brewery on the way back and feasted on bar food and Pale Horse IPA. Mmmmmm, gotta love the 'horse.
Not in Michigan anymore.
Weapon of Choice:
You know I'm Sexy; just look at my glasses!
Jacket? Check! Glasses? Check! Skis? Check! Close mouth while breathing? Doh!
The man who made it all possible: Bernie!
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Breakfast, you forgot the breakfast!
Let's do it again soon.
-Bernie
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