A new year.

Hi friends.

This marks the third year that Blogston has been in operation. But we've only been here a year and a half. Must be that time value of money thing again.

We took a little tip up to the White Mountains of New Hampshire with a dozen friends for the holiday. Of course, if it is Micah driving up to the mountains, snow must must must be involved on at least one end of the drive. New Year's Eve was that end. We got pummeled with 6" during the day, so our 1:30 shove off was pushed back due to white out conditions and we finally hit the road just shy of 5:00.

And while the drive up was a little hairy, it was nothing compared to the great Jay Peak Ice Storm of 2008. We made it to the cabin at 9:30 pm.


The cabin was nice. But nice in that "There is no way any family could actually live here" kind of way. Zero sound insulation in this place. The floor to the upstairs sat directly on the rafters. Pen drop? You hear it. Someone in the bathroom? Yep. I think this is the way the Real World should be set up. There is no way to avoid knowing what everyone is doing at all times.



New Years Day was spent recovering and coming up with resolutions. I've got mine here. We had a master dinner made by Kelly Early. Family style. Like the olden days.

Day after that we went skiing. And boarding. The morning on the mountain was nice. The afternoon was like being on a glacier. Like there was blue ice everywhere. Around every corner. Some area is steep? Then of course there will be no snow there. You got up that mountain, pretty boy, let's see you get down.

We made it to the cabin in time to watch Ole Miss destroy Texas Tech. Only caught the 4th quarter, but what a quarter it was.

Saturday we lazed around, watched smutty reality TV, played cards and the went into North Conway for dinner.

Sunday, came back to the real world.

Now it is back to work. Thankful to have jobs, friends and each other. Awwwwwwwww 09.