Thanks to everybody who sent along good birthday wishes! I had a wonderful time out at Beaver Creek with Sheila (and later met up with Paul Retrum). The snow was slushified, but it was still a blast to be out on a perfect spring day! Our large ursine friend here was at the top of the lifts at Beaver Creek, watching over the land until he melts away. There are a few more pictures from the day here (and check out the cute double pony tails on Sheila!)
After a tough day on the legs on the snowboard, Sunday was a double-header frisbee fest for which I was surprisingly nimble. Maybe I'm getting more fit in my old age, eh? I'm not even sore today, but then again I haven't done much more than gotten out of bed to pet Xanadu and sit in front of the compy.
I'm hoping 31 is going to be a good year. 30 was a strange, strange trip and most of the experience was writing and hiking for my book. I like the way 31 looks in print though, so that's a good sign!
