Fat, Fluffy Snows of Love

Good friends and cold air are a good combination for valentines weekend.

Sarah's missive aside, we had a lovely time this weekend gallivanting around in the snow and eating as well as we possibly could. Brian and I took off on Thursday night to get in some turns at Copper on Friday. We got one of the first chairs that morning, and took as many runs as we could until my thighs cried uncle. We picked up some din from the local grocer on the way home and awaited our sweethearts to arrive that night. (this included Greg. We lufs him, too.)


The rest of the weekend was a wonderful, laid back mix of microbrews, snowpacked hiking trails, Liz's homemade Gumbo, tasty breakfast and throwing Bella a stick to fetch in 3 feet of snow. (The complete pictorial evidence can be found over here)


AND THEN, upon arriving home on Sunday, I found the best valentine ever awaiting me on the kitchen table. Happy day, indeed!