Thanks, Dad

Soaking up the sun outside a Ski Lodge in Vermont. Not sure of the date, but I'm guessing it was the late 50's or 60's.

My dad would work Ski Patrol at various resorts in Vermont during College. He was the happiest when skis were strapped to his feet, and the snow was falling.


And I am the proud owner of that sweater. I love it.


The apple doesn't fall from the tree......

This is me, in 1998, at Arapahoe Basin. It was during a 10 hour ski race, the Enduro.


(one of the happiest days of my life).