Picture Time!

It's been freezing cold this weekend, with snow coming down pretty low--in fact, I can see a fair amount of dusting on the mountains right near my house. I wish I had gone snowboarding. As it happens, I did not. But here are pictures from Tahoe, when I did go snowboarding a few weeks ago. It's the least I can do.

Here's a view through Steve's cracked windshield, on highway 89...almost, but not quite, there!



Steve had the hookups for free lift tickets to Squaw, so naturally we went there. Here's a shot from the Red Dog lift, which I personally think should be renamed the Vertigo Lift of Death, but hey who asked me?



Ah, beautiful Lake Tahoe...



The We-Know-We-Look-Like-Dorks-But-Ask-Us-If-We-Care Posse, aka Steve, Mark, and grackyfrogg.



(Um, yeah, so there aren't any pictures of us actually snowboarding. I had really good intentions about that, but frankly, it was mostly too cold to take my gloves off, dig my camera out of my jacket, take a picture, then put gloves back on, etc. Sorry, folks. Maybe next time.)