When I was younger and living at home, my dad would make a ski trip every year. My dad always had to be outdoors and was very athletic. When we lived in California we would go to the beach every week and he would go surfing and every few years he would go skiing at Big Bear. When we moved to Utah he would golf almost every day and that’s when he started planning our yearly ski trip. He would try his best to get all us kids together for a ski trip. It was always a ton of fun. Sometimes extended family would go with us but it was mostly just our parents and us kids. How I miss those days.
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