Oh man. It is that time of year when my skis call me with expectations of a good waxin'. I was going through some old pictures and found these of Jacob at Brighton. He had just finished Ski School and was spending time with his old dad on the slopes. Here are a few of us on the lift. I think this was in March-April of 08.

My DNA is aching to get out on the snow.....I really hate not being close to the Mountain.