Robyn already blogged this trip, but I guess I'll give it a go anyway.
Five years ago, I think I broke a rib at Brighton. Check that story out here. After that night, I vowed to never return to the Brighton Ski Resort. Strange how five years and free lift passes can really change your attitude about something.
A few weeks ago, Robyn and Joe scored some free lift passes off of our uncle Steve, who "works" on the ski patrol at Brighton. Subsequently, we went skiing (Robyn, Joe, Anne, and me).
No broken ribs, so I can't complain. Actually, it was really fun. If I'm lucky, I'll go one more time before the season ends.