which includes my grandson's, son's, and son-in-law's. And about my son-in-laws...they're in their friggin' 40's.. MID 40's... what in the HELL is wrong with them?
Every so often, quite often in fact, I go to Badger Pass... by Yosemite... it's 'old school'.. no long downhill runs... and on the slopes there are these guys, (nothing like me), Telemark'ing... it's like art. I sometimes stop skiing myself, get a hot spiced wine, and sit and watch as they poetically gravitate down the slopes... then my grandson's, or son's, come behind them screaming like banshee's and acting the fool and my quiet moment of bliss goes up in smoke.
