Good morning BC snow covered trees, on a bluebird morning.
Good morning BC snow covered trees, on most days.
The cabin from the outside with a 2m measuring stick (in green) for comparison.
The inside of the cabin seen from floor level. Corey and I took turns sleeping on the floor,
…since there was no way of fitting two 2m guys on the bottom bunk bed. (Other than spooning maybe.)
Sarah doing the morning magic: coffee and oatmeal.
Skiing in perfect cold smoke/champagne snow, but sub-par visibility.
Me, Sarah, Corey and Jeb (left to right) chilling on less than seven square meters after skiing.
‘Grilled cheese station’ and low-sodium tomato soup on Coleman grill. Thanks for teaching me this valuable piece of (f***ing ;)) American cuisine, guys!
Someone must have been bored here?
Apparently it must have been a woman with a giraffe.
Everything ends.
This week’s readin’:
Did I just sound like a chicken shitting its pants?
The Gipsy Banker 