It's finally my Birthday. Groundhog's Day.
I didn't even remember until Steve said, "Happy Birthday."
This was after the first cup of coffee, BTW.
Officially 37.
Had a great breakfast at the hotel. Which is bizarre.... again.
Hotels never have a good breakfast. They had biscuits and gravy and omlettes for chissake! And a machine where you could make your own waffle.... which I did.
Back to Mission. Another fantastic day! More corduroy and less powder. A little faster, which I like.
Steve and Bruce bought me lunch. Big burger and a Mike's.
Also some Don Julio, of course.
Went back out until night skiing started then took a break for some cake.
The night skiing was a little low rent but fun. Only one lift open and that one overheated after about two hours. We took it as a sign and headed home.
It was a struggle to stay awake and keep Spanky company for the ride home.
Another great Birthday. I am very fortunate.
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