We picked up the boys' alpine ski equipment yesterday. Once we arrived at home, they set up a ski hill in the front yard replete with jump. From 4pm to 9pm, with time sliced out for dinner, they swished, jumped, and turned. I lit all the lights on the east side of the house so the slope would be illuminated. At times, Bailey joined in. While they skied, I recalled my days skiing in the yard and on the hill behind our home in the 1960s. Great memories. To see the entire album, click on this line.