Since the snow and skiing were so good, Dale and Deb couldn't resist getting out on the slopes. They proved to themselves and to everyone that they've still got it--at least for one day.
Dad skied in his signature, leather, wide-brimmed hat and jeans. He said he didn't need ski bibs this time because he wouldn't fall down. He was close to being right.
On the final afternoon of skiing, Claire and I found these cute, snow creatures near one of the chairlifts.
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