When Clay says get on it. Well hell, get on it. Sundays skiing was fantastical. As was sneaky saturday night following Clay around and skating fresh corduroy. Thanks Clay and all the other groomers for getting the meadow into wide and beautiful status. Wooo!
Here is Darth Clay in action up in the meadow on his Kermit of Doom:
Looked like a hell of a night for a moonlight ski, but I was underdressed and pooped, maybe next month.