The snow in Vail was so fluffy and white and powdery that sometimes you can't help but want to jump into it and lay there. So that's exactly what Miss Flower Child and I did. And then we made a lame attempt at making snow angels until our hands froze. Frost bites!
Arrgghh! Hans Solo. What did you say? I SAID: HANDS. SO. COLD.
Miss Flower Child always had snow stuck to her bum.
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