The flight was uneventful except that pseudoaunt and I took turns figuratively tossing cookies into barf bags. Still, hurling into foil bags was slightly more tolerable in the setting of the cabin of a private jet than it would have been in the coach section of a commercial flight. I'm requesting heavy anti-emetic mediction for the return flight.
Snow was lightly falling when we arrived. Pseudouncle said we couldn't go snowboarding today because he didn't want us driving on icy roads to the resort even though it was only twenty minutes from the condo and Alyssa has driven in snow and ice each winter since she first learned to drive. Fortunately Alyyssa's grandfather came to the rescue. He was unable to persuade his son that Alyssa could make the drive safely, so he drove us there himself, then picked us up when we were through.
We made it to the top of our first slope at 1:10. Not many people were out today, so it was powdery and perfect.
We're snowboarding all day tomorrow.
I posted the rather random wedding picture of people of whom I've never heard because it is the single stupidest wedding photograph on which I've ever lain eyes.