So, if you've ever had the unfortunate experience of hitting the slopes with me, you'll know I'm uncannily uncoordinated when it comes to downhill winter sports. Wakeboarding? No problem! Long boarding? Love it. Even mountain biking comes naturally. But skiing down a mountain? No. Nope. Sorry. Does not compute. I wasn't bestowed that desire (death-wish.) No. But this past weekend I found myself strapping sticks to my feet once again. The difference? No imminent death was threatening. This was actually quite nice. Cross country skiing, where have you been all my life? Just like hiking. Or running! Maybe that's why i like it. And you get fun little bursts of speeds after working up a hill. Nice. And the ratio of my falling versus my actual upright movement is much more impressive then my downhill skiing track record.
I was actually able to enjoy the lovely scenery, too.
Brandon and Steph. Steph-a-noodle was rocking an 80s vibe with her overalls and sweater. Lurv
Silly phone being blurry. But I kinda love the effect
Kev and Bray rockin the sunglasses they found in the suburban
Daniel. I couldn't get a decent picture of this hooligan because he was always either miles ahead, or miles behind. He would fall and just lay there. They get up and leave us all in the dust.
Like I said. Hooligan
Happy happy, pretty pretty.
Seriously this chick. And people say she's just like me? Come on now
My family takes the grand prize. Always. The best part of the picture is Daniel trying to smile at the camera but being denied by his hood.
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