Can’t think of a better place to be than here at the ski house with my godson Simon, my old friend Bill, and a few other folks. Chorizo and eggs for breakfast, then everybody else heads out to ski. I stay at the house and do some snow-shoeing through the deep snow in the ‘back 40,’ and otherwise, chill out.
This is the way I enter the New Year, the warm Sith hat thanks to Zander.
