Belated Tahoe Post

Last weekend we went to Tahoe, where I once again tried to teach myself to turn properly on skis, while Griff snowboarded up a storm.


The weather was lovely--it wasn't too cold. Now, of course, most ski bums would complain that there wasn't any fresh powder, but it really wasn't so bad.


I did pretty well the first day even skiing some tough blues and part of a black. But once I get tired, I start to fall down a bit.


If only the super boobalicious skis came with a side of super skiing prowess...