This weekend, we went back to the regular mountain, the one I call the "big mountain." Everyone else calls it Hunter. I got one real lesson, from a teacher, and then another one from a pretend teacher, Daddy. Both went well. Now I can go really fast in a straight line (easy!) and also (mostly) stop. Next up: turning. That one's a little more complicated. But I have goggles now!
Look at all those ski tickets! So far I have 4 but I keep telling everyone that I want to have 100. I might need a bigger coat.
Another day, another magic carpet. I've got these things down.
Looks like some kind of wardrobe malfunction there with the jacket.
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