Imagine a monster in your pocket.

This past weekend I took a lovely trip to Snowshoe Mountain aboard my noble steed. She was just concieved, so she didn’t smell like… horse… yet. The mountain was pretty nice, as were the sunsets. The snow was actually pretty decent, despite the 45+ degree weather during most of the day. Justin agrees. There wasn’t much of a cell signal, however. The killer half-pipe and killer togas made up for it, though. Actually, I don’t think I participated in either. I did see a couple of amusing jumps off a rainbow rail. (Hint: You usually aren’t supposed to get air on a rainbow rail.) Ouch.