Stoked for all sorts of things.
I'm home, for one thing. Nice to be back in my own bed and see my family (not that being awakened by Scott's roommate Ben and his girlfriend having sex with the door open wasn't the fulfillment of my wildest dreams).
On Christmas eve, in bounds, I had a pane of snow release a 10" crown on me, and then got flushed down this awesome 30 ft chute:
Somehow, the only thing that was wrong was my goggles got blasted off. So today, I went back to try to find them. Looking down the hill, and lo and behold there they were, framed by the trees, about 25 feet further down the hill than I went.
So I found my goggles, which had a 3 day old lens when I lost them. And they look like they got nibbled on a little bit by some chipmunks, but aside from that they are pristine for being in a pile of avie debris for 6 months.
I went to the top, just for the hell of it.
Then, as if all this wasn't enough, I went back down, and my local shop decided to mount my new skis on the spot. While this was going on, the Smith rep came in, the shop owner introduced me, and it looks like I'm going to get some free goggles from Smith. Sweet!
Then my mom cooked dinner. Such a kick ass day.