It was a great trip. Fantastic weather, really good snow, no injuries, and my favorite part about Big Sky: no lift lines. The interns, as Ryan dubbed them, did really well. As predicted, I certainly had my work cut out for me just trying to keep up.
We got a lot of fun pictures too. Mine are here; Ryan’s are here. My favorite has to be this shot by Ryan. On the afternoon of the last day, we split up for a while. The boys headed to the terrain park while Ryan and I rode a couple blues we hadn’t seen yet. Our timing was perfect, because our next lift ride took us right over the park while Ben was making his run. He hit the C-box perfectly, and we were able to snap off some aerial photos. This all happened without any coordination.
I already can’t wait to go back, and the interns will be more than welcome when they’re ready for their true apprenticeship.
I’ve always loved this picture, taken of my brothers Ben and Joe before their first snowboarding lesson. The total lack of enthusiasm on Joe’s face kills me. In 2003, I had the pleasure of teaching them how to ride. It was a struggle at first, but by the end of the day, they were both riding, turning, and stopping on their own, carving up the blues at Afton Alps. They’ve both become good riders, and I’m proud to have been a part of that.
Six years later, I feel very lucky to be able to bring them along to Big Sky this weekend. It’ll be their first exposure to real mountain snowboarding. I’m sure this time it’ll be me who struggles to keep up, and I’m hoping they’ll teach me a trick or two. My FS 270 needs work. This time, I’m assured that they’re very excited, and I hope to post a successful “After” picture soon.
This will forever be one of my favorite shots, and I’ll never forget it. We arrived late to watch our nephew Bryce’s first game of a local tournament. A few minutes later, I noticed he was on deck. I decided to warm up my camera with a couple of shots. I was in position just as he stepped up to the plate. He took a big swing at the first pitch, and I took a single shot of that.
I looked up to see where the ball was going, and noticed it was going pretty far. Back, back, back… just over the fence…
Bryce’s First Home Run!
It was so cool! Later on, with two outs and down 3-2 in the final inning, Bryce demonstrated great skill in another play by stealing home and clearly beating the tag to tie the game. Unfortunately the fix was in, as the so-called umpire made a terrible call, ending the game.
We know the truth, Bryce! Congrats on an awesome game!
My mother has to be one of the last people to carry on using the term “doggie bag.” Combined with her thick Colombian accent, it sounds hilarious. I have yet to witness a waiter understand exactly what she’s asking for. It was especially funny last Saturday night, when she made the request of our very Indian waiter. Ah, when worlds collide.
Amy and I had the pleasure of visiting our first niece yesterday. Isn’t she cute? Check out all that dark hair! I really want one of those hats. The family is doing great, and the new grandma is especially excited. Break out the piercing needle!
Also make sure to check out the parents’ photos.
Woo-hoo! I have a niece! Carlos and Christin’s brand new baby, Lyric Isabelle, was born this evening, 20 inches long and weighing in at 7 lbs. 1 oz. I hear mother and child are doing very well, although father was exhausted and mumbling on the phone. Congrats to them both! Pictures soon to follow.
In lieu of cards, I think I’ll just start sending people shouts-out on my blog when their big day turns up. The first to be so lucky is none-other than my little sister, Carmen. Happy 26th, niña! Your late-twenties loom ever closer.
I’ve somehow forgotten to post well wishes to my aunt Kathy here. Early
this summer, Kathy was diagnosed with leukemia. The hearts of Currans and Browns and friends all over sank with this news. Fortunately, the outlook is positive. She begins her third round of chemo today. You may keep up with her progress and contact her here. There is also an interesting article about her youngest daughter and local tennis star, Shannon in the Star Tribune.
I’ve also posted photos from a small, recent reunion of sorts. I can’t remember the last time two of my mother’s sisters sat at her dining room table at the same time. It was great seeing my aunts Toñita and Concé again as well as my cousin Ana Maria.
