Hitting the Slopes

Guest post written by Joseph Finch

Tamara and I hit the slopes of Keystone yesterday. It was brilliant. The sun was perfect; the snow just packed enough to give you the ride of your life. You ever had one of those pristine days? This was it. The cold air, the glare of the sun of miles of white snow, and the rush of the air as it whisks passed. Perfection. At least once we hit the slopes. The day had started a littler rougher than that.

I'd woken up to the sounds of distant ringing. It always take the brain a while to start firing, when it did I realized it was the phone. It couldn't be the boss, it was Saturday. So that left family or some one I didn't have a mind to talk to. Not to mention it was much too early, I had thought to myself as I glanced over at the alarm clock. Seven a.m. on a Saturday was nearly criminal. I finally managed to locate the phone to hear Tamara voice. Seems here and Cadence had gone to splits. And there was only one cure for that. It was a good thing my gear was already packed up in the car. It always is during the season. I barely managed to get a comb through the hair, and enter the alarm code for the home security system from www.Securitychoice.com/ before I was heading out for a day of girl time and snow.