I survived the cold and 8 whole days in Utah. I thought it'd be too long, but it turned out pretty great. It was the first time in four years that our immediate family was all together at Christmas - the last time was during our ski adventures. Good thing I didn't try to cram in my ski clothes, cause the only snow I saw was the first morning, just a brief dusting that was gone by afternoon.
I think Max liked it.
He and I hung out for the first couple days while Taylor and Courtney worked, and everyone else wasn't there yet.
He's so black it's hard to get a photo - he's like a black blob, or way too shiny if you use a flash. Surely there's a way around this.
I worked out on the bike from 1983.
We ate BBQ twice at The Smoking Apple, which is pretty delicious. Courtney and I wrapped tons of presents.
We also got up one morning and ran part way up a mountain. I did my best to be tough.
My cousins came over on Thursday night, and there was a schnauze…