Or as it’s called around home, “My Birthday.”  The plan was for a Powerslave, but since there was a solid 18” of new snow up top, we decided to shuttle it from Morning Mtn. Not once…not twice…but three times.

You can see the snow up around Whitewater in the background, and the first skiff on the ground here on the approach through the clearcut.  It wasn’t melting.

It’s Thursday though, and the crew was wound right up as always.

Also ran into Kirt and Lindsey Voreis doing some filming.  Forgot to grab a shot for ya, as I was busy picking myself up after sliding into home plate on one of the greasy bridges in Bears Den.

They were still there on round 2.  They must have run that section a hundred times or more in the three days they shot.

We just kept smashing laps.

Dave’s brother even came out for run #3 with us.

That’s a LOT of Freedom jerseys in the Kootenays.

Back at the lodge, there was another unreal meal (love yer balls, Amber), and chocolate cake, and this super cool card from the Retallack family.

Thanks tons.  I hardly feel a day over 43…but I am.