Video and stories will be up eventually.  I’m too drunk to describe anything of interest.  Just as I was getting to work, after a beautiful day skiing and snowmachining above an inversion, Kim barges his way into my room with a bottle of vodka, drags me out of bed, turns off my computer, and now, my bottle of rum is gone and all I’ve got is a picture of a trophy sized goat (I ski in a giant zoo) that came by to say hello, pose for a kill shot, and wander off before we took our last run of the day.  More to come, the last couple days of skiing deserve some elaboration and I’m not capable of it at the moment, so later, as soon as the skiing is less then perfect I’ll get to work.  I’ve learned to never ski without a gun again though.