Here we are, taking a little stroll to and from Vail Village, and for some reason we just stop and take a seat on the super soft snow. My legs start getting pelted by little snowballs and I notice Miss Mascara has her hands full of ice. It's on! And a friendly snowball fight ensues. Well, I take fotos while the others go into attack mode.
Making snowballs.
See Mascara secretly making her snowball. Poor unknowing Transam doesn't know whats coming.
In this game, it's every man for him/herself. The relationship takes a back seat. Haha!
He throws.
He catches.
She throws.
She bats.
She throws.
And she catches.
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