 Kevin's doing the driving.
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 A little published "Bigfoot Sighting" Picture?
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 Hrrmmm, somebody passed out? Tsk tsk tsk...
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 Now how did that Whipped Cream get there?
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 This was the way everything looked at the end of the day. Blurry.
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 Must be doing a Christopher Walkin impersonation.
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 Yes, beer does make you ski better. Or, at least it let's you hang onto that delusion.
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 Z and I up at the midway lodge. First stop on the way down the mountain.
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 The assounding number of Packer fans on the mountain was amazing. We're popping up like weeds all over the place.
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 Z is up there somewhere
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 Yes!!! Boarding!
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 A picture of Z's glove and me in the background.
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 Z's glove makes another appearance.
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 Trying look around Z's glove to see if the camera is there somewhere.
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 Ya, it's a ski lift.
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 Z-Man on the way up the mountain!
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 Damn, should've been wearing that Rusky fur hat.
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 Z-man on his way down to meet that beer in the corner of the picture.
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 After failing to make the shot into the garbage, Z tries for a slam dunk. And misses.
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 By no means bored.
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 Ok people. Stop flipping off the camera.
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 Tina with the Wallace smile.
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 Dan, with the Wallace smile.
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 A washed out picture of entirely too much pasta that was made up at the cabin.
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