Griswaldian Ski Trip

Dad and I went on the traditional Boxing Day Ski Trip with Marc, Eric, and Jane. There was some debate whether it entered true family death march territory, but the freezing last run at least made it family death stroll. And it certainly was a trip worthy of the Griswalds, including missed turns and the discovery that a mouse had been using my ski boot as, well, a toilet. But we had a good time. Here are some photos of us trying to warm up in the ski lodge.