I look down on the lake from the high up on the mountain slopes. The view is breathtaking.
They were flying through the air on chairs. What fresh hell is this?
I came to my senses and out of my imagination and realized where I was. I was on the ski slopes and I don't ski. Go here and you'll see why. There in the distance was
Kahuna blessing the snow.
I'll be in the lodge having a hot buttered rum. Care to join me?