Yesterday I was reading Powder posts and laughing out loud in my cube. I like the attitudes and humor but I hesitate to post there cuz a few seem to lurk just to prove who is the baddest skier or ******* or both and I'm just not into dealing with that bs.
I call my coworkers nasty names all day but it is meant in jest and we know it.
Anyway, my folks forced me to ski and bike and backpack. My dad used to get up at 5 am on saturdays and sundays to take me and my brother to hockey all through our childhood.
I'll be heading up to their new posh house in Winter Park tomorrow after work, same as last weekend and same for next weekend, etc. They actually like having me and my friends around. My roomate thinks my folks are the bomb. They don't rip: my mom should most likely stay off skis forever due to nerve problems and lack of conditioning but my dad still makes turns...after 20 years he finally bought new boots so he must have plans to keep it up. I hope so.
My folks ARE the bomb.