Recipe: brunswick stew
My local hill got five inches of powder last night, so I grabbed my teles and headed out this morning. There’s no more powder, because I skied it all up. Powder feels like silk – except when you biff (and I did one very nice skis-over-head tumbler), but even then it’s a lovely way to wipe out.
dude in front better not track up my freshies
it snowed the whole morning
**Jump for more butter**