The hooligans I ski with.
The tree that caused Dinger's demise.
Dinger, sans nose skin, post-bleeding.
Obligatory self-portrait while guys are busy debating which line to take.
Five inches accumulation, my ass, but overall a great day. Powder in the trees, getting less sucky on the moguls. And, let's be honest, even a bad day of skiing is better than any day at work!
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