Riding through the trees in deep snow is sort of awesomely terrifying. You have to try to keep your speed up so you don't sink and get stuck, but you also don't want to go too fast, because, duh, trees.
Skiing in deep powder is EXHAUSTING! The snow was so deep I was having trouble evening staying on top of it (especially in the flat parts...forget it!).
We woke up at 7:30 to a whole lot of falling snow. If it's snowing down at the base, you can usually rest assured that the mountain is getting a blizzard.
It was only about three inches, but that's a formidable amount of snow when your tender, pink puppy-belly's only got about a half-inch of ground-clearance!
On Sunday and Monday, New York got like 2 feet of snow. (This picture sorta sucks because you can't really tell how deep the snow is, but trust me, it was a lot).
So there's an ironing board resting on top of a 2 foot pile of snow and in the most obvious set-up ever (I mean, like one not even your slow, eight year old cousin would fall for), David goes to Grant, "Hey, I bet you can't surf on that ironing board." As soon as Grant stands on it, David pushes him into the snow.
Check out my mom rocking the toboggan in her aqua snowsuit with hot magenta boots! (She looks like one of the female supervillans from a James Bond flick circa '84).
Later on Christmas night, my mom and I went down the street to meet up with Rachael (my high school sweetheart, aw...) and her little (not-so-little anymore) sister Casey for some serious sleighriding action.
Casey was lamenting the fact that she wasn't blessed with the same big boobs that her sister and her mother have - so Rachael started sculpting giant snowboobs on her.
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