Breck!, Part 2

Whew, where did I leave off?  That's right, with P's dinner on Friday.  Well, it made excellent leftovers for Saturday lunch as well.  Dad and I took a mid-day break from practicing our mad mogul skillz (that's right, with a z) to come in for some lunch, and caught P just as he was headed out the door to try his hand at cross-country skiing (one event in the nordic skiing family, Wikipedia has told me).

Saturday night we had more fun with the smoke detector while dad made some delicious roast ducks with wild rice and carrots, and we had a dynamo cabernet, much to P's satisfaction.  Great meal, ducks were the perfect size, with some leftovers for Keystone as well.

Sunday brought a slightly shorter day on the slopes, but marked improvement for both of us in our moguls technique.  P had so much fun at his new activity on Saturday that he headed out again on Sunday for the golf course, which they turn into a cross-country track in the winter (how clever!).  We regrouped that afternoon for a soak in the hot tub and some eagerly-awaited Super Bowl snack food: beer, Velveeta cheese dip, and lots of chips.  Ours was something like this, although we were wingin' it at the time.

That was it for the skiing.  We left during the only real snow we had and headed down to the airport Monday morning, and I'm back to the grind in St. Louis now.  Although I did have several good hours with my book - I'm almost finished!

And for everyone's enjoyment, a lovely photo P took of me, attempting to silence the smoke detector.  This continued for entirely too long: