When winter comes, sometimes we trade in the hiking boots for the xc ski boots and head to the snow. As you can see, there was not a lot of snow on Hwy 410. Thus, we scraped our skis a bit. That made the Big Guy angerful.
Here he comes now. Ski away! Ski! He's angry!
I'm not angry, see? I think skis grow on trees.
Hey, if ya gotta be angry, do it somewhere beautiful, that's what I always say. Ok, that's the first time I've ever said that, but I'm going to start saying it more.