Alive!

I know. There's irony in the title. This weekend involved being far too close to the Canadian border, more snow than I have ever seen, more refreshments than were probably appropriate, the introduction of something called a flying kegstand, rumors of -50 wind chills at the top of the mountain, our bus fishtailing, our bus almost falling off a bridge, sitting behind an accident for over an hour, and burning so much rubber in the snow that smoke saturated our bus, creating a near panic. I'm kind of beat. More tomorrow, including a reaction to visiting a ski lodge, which, for a Mexican, is almost like stepping on the moon.