By the time we hit Kirkwood, our legs and livers were shot. We took a few runs in the whiteout (because, apparently it snows everywhere we go) and checked out the park. Hugh and Joe slid a c-box for the first time, successfully might I add.

After shredding, we got on the road to Reno – where debauchery, delinquents and old people live harmoniously. We found some good Italian food and some even better statues, nearly getting us kicked out of said restaurant.

The vacation came to a close and we all went our separate ways. Some of us were lucky enough to continue on at Whistler Blackcomb. (Screw you, Joe.) Check out the rest of the pictures from our trip on Facebook.