And the Curse is broken.

Stop me if you've heard this one.
So Shelly turned 13 on Friday the 13th.
During that year, 13 people that she knew personally went to meet their maker.
Needless to say, many of us were somewhat concerned when she turned 30 on Friday the 13th.
Seems like we all made it in one piece and the year is mercifully over.




And there was much rejoicing.

The whole gang went up Sunday to close Steven's Pass down and bid a year of bad juju good bye.
Spring conditions! Snow was slow but so what! The sun was out!
Steven's knows how to shut down. There was a band that was too loud, the usual Dummy Downhill, and a Pond Skimming contest that we all threatened to enter. We managed to come up with excuses (I don't want to get my boots wet) and wild promises about next year (Steve is going to enter wearing a sports bra and a grass skirt!)
Sat on our asses and drank Gin & Tonics and ate cake instead.

Next year.....