It was a really good ski day, and Steve did not really get to enjoy it because he was babysitting in the lodge most of the time, George nursing an imaginary knee injury. I got to ski Sisters Bowl for the first time, and Steve was kind enough to say that it was like the story we included in our wedding ceremony about eating a duck.

“…his wife had once gone to Beijing and eaten duck there, and she often told him about it, and he would have to say the happiest moment of his life was her trip, and the eating of the duck.”

But I still think he is deep down jealous.