So, with that in mind, why do we go skiing at night? And why, if it is so against what the natural turn of the earth wants us to do, is it soooooo awesome?
The Oregon Cascades saw a ridiculous 3 foot dump last week and we just couldn't stay off the mountain. B and I hit the powdery slopes at Ski Bowl on Friday afternoon and skied our legs off.
Night skiing is fun, but I'll be honest, it's weird. Think about it: they put up lights on the side of the mountain so you can do something that should be a daytime activity at night. Oh, and you have to pay for it. I think my big brother should think about adding some lights to his golf course. Can you say "Cha-ching." Hello? Night is the new day.
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