Rocky Mountain High

We're in Denver airport, looking out across the runway to the Rocky Mountains, and waiting for our connection to Aspen.... where Jane and Matt are already skiing and sending back deliriously happy messages about POWDER! I can really feel the altitude and have downed an ibuprofen. But no need to race at those slopes, because we have eight days of skiing. The first big ski outing since Winter Park, before Tom was even a twinkle in our eyes. Hoorah! pt x