About nine years ago, Duke and I headed up to Angel Fire, New Mexico and, from there, up to Taos and, from there, up to Wolf Creek, Colorado. It was back when I had hair. This picture is from somewhere between Taos and Tres Piedres. A year later would be the last time I would strap skis to my feet--until March 11th when, once again, Duke joined by his lovely wife Sarah, Harley, Rory, Mahan, Timbo, Guyear and yours truly take to the beautiful Colorado mountains for the First Somewhat-Annual j3 Ski Extravaganza.
Thanks to Sarah for resurrecting this picture. Man, I almost forgot what I used to look like.
Raquetball in t-minus 45 minutes.