Since I'm such an expert skier after my one trip last month, I left Nilda with the other 4-year-olds in the learn to ski group and went higher up the mountain. Check out GI Joe Nilda - Ski Patrol.
After a while, I started getting the hang of it. Other than one "How the fuck can they call this a green??" moment, I did just fine. Did you know they have beer on top of these mountains? How awesome is that?
We asked one guy to use my phone to take a picture of us together on the mountain. As you can tell, he did a great job.
I liked skiing so much that I went again on Sunday. Nilda had had enough after about 2 hours on Saturday. Instead, she had to suffer through a facial at the spa at Mt. Snow.
We went to the bed & breakfast and relaxed by the fireplace. It was a gas fireplace, though, which really makes it a big candle. Only wood can make a real fire.
This hallway was freaky. Every time I turned a corner on my big wheel, I was terrified I'd see those two twin girls again.
We especially liked the wallpaper, though. The snozzberries tasted like snozzberries!
I told Nilda that I want to open a ski slope that's all expert black diamond that dares people to ski, and posts videos of injuries. We'll call it Mount Doom. Nilda says, "What are you opening? A resort with no insurance?"
I'm still surprised how much I liked skiing. I'm looking forward to going again this season. Then I, like Uncle Traveling Matt from Fraggle Rock, may carry the honor of the white leg.
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