|The Bar at Plattekill|
This weekend there will also, of course, be Guinness and Jameson's and Murphy's. And what Nate Batthany (who is in charge of the awesome bar as well as the food in the bar – that steak quesadilla, say) calls an "Irish Car Bomb." Now while I was left stuttering over this politically tricky, say, notion, he explained that this was a combo of Bailey's and Jameson's and said, "You don't know what it is because you're not a college student." Too right. But anyone who drinks Bailey's has bigger problems. That stuff is just gross. So is Irish Whiskey. I'm a malt lady myself. Scotch malt.
|Yes, Rudd checking your email helps you ski bumps. Or are you putting on Ryan Adams?|
|Nailing the kicker at the top Block (and also proving why action sports photography is a proven skill. He did catch air.|
|She caught air too... I just didn't. At least not on film.|
|The Tunis clan takes in the glory of the day and 1000 feet of vert.|