Although you'd have no way of knowing it, this fine specimen is Michael. (Side note: look how incredibly beautiful it was up there. Those snow-capped mountains surrounded us on every side. And down through the pass was a giant frozen lake)Russell, Michael and Tyler. Three of the five bombardiers. 
The skiing was pretty good, overall. They got some new snow before we got there, but none while we were in town. So by the end of the day some of the groomed slopes were pretty icy. But we spent a lot of time in the back parts of the mountain, trying to get to less-used runs.
Here's the whole group at the lodge for lunch. This was the only day that all twelve of us went skiing.
It was so fun being up there with everyone! Lindsey and Shelley went off on their own after lunch, but the other 10 of us took a run together!
Check out Michael skiing backwards!
And me...not skiing backwards.
There was really only one ''incident" that happened. On the last day, when only Russell, Tyler, Michael and I were skiing, we decided to take a run through the trees to get some fresh snow and adventure. To make a long story short, I ended up having to dig Michael out of some waist-deep powder (he couldn't get out of his skis). Problem was, I couldn't walk over to him because the snow was so deep. So we both ended up cussing, spitting and cursing the black diamond gods. It took forever to get out of there. We were so far out of bounds that we couldn't walk out, so we had to try to strap back in and ski out of there, despite our doubts of ever finding our way.
Only to emerge on the steepest, rockiest, mogul-iest black diamond known to mankind.
This image has nothing to do with the mountain, I just liked how good Russell and Alexa were at playing Airplane. No hands!
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