Hanging in Wrightwood on Friday the 13th

Last Friday me and my brother from another headed to Wrightwood, Ca after work. We wanted to get a taste of the 15 inches of fresh powder Mother Nature had dropped on our local mountains. What a winter wonderland we drove into; it was beautiful! I hadn't seen snow like that it years, memories of my childhood came flashing back. Skiing had been exciting part of my youth; It had been a winter activity I always looked forward to. But like many things in life you move on, and are introduced to other activities. The previous ones seem to naturally fade away. 

Bobby the Snowboard Mtn. Slayer

 So earlier last week when Bobby told me that hes was going snowboarding on Friday. I decided it was time for me to hit the slopes again! I had been at least Twenty Years!

Marc the Long Lost Skier

I said to Bobby "Lets go to the top Baby, no need wasting time. After twenty years this may be my one and only run!" After sitting on the chair lift and swiftly being whisked away! I quickly began questioning myself as to the wisdom of this choice! But it turned out getting back on  skis was like riding a bike! We ended up making five runs that night. What a fantastic time; it felt great to be in the great outdoors with cold and crisp air quickly whistling by my face! Awesome-ness! I can't wait to go back; and this time it won't take twenty years!

Awesome-ness!!