As I leave, I'm reminded of perhaps the greatest moment in extreme nordic which happened at Mont Ste Anne, courtesy of great timing and Jordan's infallible style.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Outta here.
For the next week I'm leaving behind the rain and Ithacan shades of grey for greener (whiter) skiing pastures at Mont Ste Anne in Quebec. For mine and others' sanity there'd better be snow falling here in the meantime...
As I leave, I'm reminded of perhaps the greatest moment in extreme nordic which happened at Mont Ste Anne, courtesy of great timing and Jordan's infallible style.
As I leave, I'm reminded of perhaps the greatest moment in extreme nordic which happened at Mont Ste Anne, courtesy of great timing and Jordan's infallible style.
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the glory of the disposable camera, and the beginning of the Vischers...
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