My goodness... did you realise that at Jackson Hole there's a mountain? Because I'd never seen it until yesterday. But no, there it was rising out of the ground like some kind of majestic being. So we thought, well, since it was kind enough to make an appearance for us, perhaps we should go out and say hello.
And do you know what that non-foggy air also allowed us to see? Another St Peters person! Now come on, this is just getting ridiculous. Who's going to believe that storyline? Three different students from the same grade from Brisbane from St Peters in snowy areas at the same time? Naaaaah. Wait... if anyone has to believe this it should be me seeing as I actually saw it happen because, yes people, it's true. And yes, that also possibly could have been one of the longest ways of explaining something... ever.
So dad and I skied and that was about it... until we were at the bottom of Casper Chair and were hit with one of the biggest gusts of winds ever. Wow... there's a lot of superlatives in this post.
It was crazy, I went into the foetal position and dad well... I don't know but somehow he moved 10m... uphill.
So we turned in early. Then it was a pretty plain night. Oooh except we watched this really creepy movie about this alive house that tried to be this family's mum.
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