We boarded all day on the endless terrain of Vail Mountain and Beaver Creek, then spent the evening as true ski bums do, partying at various bars, clubs and residences in the valley. I managed to survive cheaply by using Joe's brother's snowboard and eating the leftover crap that the kids at the ski school ate for lunch every day. We were powered by dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets.

After 6 sold days of boarding and a missed flight, I finally made the 2 hour journey back to Denver, then on back to Japan via LA. I don't think my body, especially my liver, could have taken much longer in Vail, but it was a blast while I was there. Thanks, Profe.

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