Got another good day of snowboarding under our belts at Lake Louise yesterday (minus the near concussing myself part - first time my helmet has served as anything but a fashion accessory). But really, I'm looking forward to the end of seeing my breath in the mornings, single digit weather in the afternoons, and snow/ slush everywhere. So the sunny and 24 degree forecast for when we land in Lisbon on Thursday has my spirits higher than a night of binge drinking in Cornwall...
And when we get back, I think it may be time to hit the mountains again for some much needed scrambling, lest my winter beer belly continue to grow.
James stopping for a breather 1/3rd of the way up Mt. Temple.
Ray crosses the crux of Mt. Lady MacDonald.
