gotta admit, im a more mature and better man today than i was at 18. but damn, if some of my best memories did not go like this.
1. move to oregon for skiing
2. be a broke 18 y.o.
3. pay for season pass and gear, have no money left.
4. work 3 days a week, ski every other day
5. ski and eat this for a day... coffee, eggs. ramen, honey packets from lodge. and then this for dinner, after a day of shredding the gnar. the nostalgia makes me want to cry.