meatbag
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Slopes were steep, kinda. well, not really. Danger and peril abounded, but only in the annoying little trees. Attitudes were crusty just like the snow, until we got unstuck anyways. Snow was deep, well, on the back of death hill without a doubt. We persevered through the bitter bitterness of jaded experiences and other long worded words. Brews were had, tales were told. Some tales were re-told. All manner of friendly family canines were played with. A fine day indeed.