The rain on Friday may have taken our pow, but it gave us smooth cream cheese to surf. Greg and I visited a favorite hardwood spot for some untracked cheese. The skiing? Glorious. Skinning behind G after a meal of pizza, beer and ice cream? Not so glorious.
I surged ahead for some much needed fresh air and became camera lady for the afternoon.
G got his surf on
And got ahead of me again, leaving me with the same view as I had on the skin up
So I kept a safe distance away and laid down my own set of cream cheese tracks – switch to the road of course.
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