Skiing up along Cottonwood Creek, we stopped on a bridge, and saw some tempting trailbreaking. Great Uncle Jim, cousin Sam, Clara, Dad and I followed the creek, laying down some fresh tracks in the powder...an awesome tour on a beautiful day! And I didn't even need poles! Even though I fell down a lot, and sat down a bunch too, I kept on cruising till the end.
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