Mom and Dad made me what is possibly the best birthday dinner yet — home made fajitas. Apparently they found several recipies online and combined all the tastiest bits.
Last Saturday was the last ski trip with them before they headed back south. It was an AMC trip to Mt Moosilauke. The trail is out and back, not too steep. And, honestly, the trip was not too eventful. It failed to pour rain on us despite the forecast. The sun came out right at the end. There were a couple of new folks who set a fast pace up the hill and tired us all out (themselves included) so that we did not bother going the extra distance to the two peaks. The snow coming back down was fairly heavy, but fun. The most commical moment was when Dad skied ahead to take pictures, but when we caught up to him, he was chest deep in a spruce trap. Apparently he sunk in just while standing around getting ready to to take photos. He ended up having to take his skis off and dig them out. The snow kept collapsing everywhere near him, so V eventually grabbed him by the pack from as far away as possible and hauled him out.
Sunday Mom, Dad, and I worked on a second rolling shelf for the attic and shelves for the first one. I got to learn how to use a circular saw and table saw. By the end of the day I had most of the ski gear neatly arranged and tucked away. Now if only I had ten more of those shelves… And, to finish the day, we had Tyson's folks over for dinner too.