I told my Dad I wanted to go skiing for my birthday. And so the day after I turned 26, he kindly obliged. We headed up I-70 to Copper Mountain. We enjoyed a great spring weather and better-than-spring snow.
I love the mountains...
Dad and I just livin' the good life. Skiing + great weather = good life.
What's that you say? You have never been skiing? Well my friend, you are officially not livin' the good life.