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I'm back from my journey to Colorado. At the end of a trip away, you're usually supposed to be somewhat excited about coming home and all of that. Honestly, when we left the hills, I was just sad. I didn't want to leave, but we did anyway, and drove for 16 straight hours to Rockford, Illinois. Not only was I leaving the beauty of the mountains, but I was also leaving Blom and Drew and going back home to a life in Ohio that leaves much to be desired. There's just something about being "with the guys" that I love and don't seem to have much of anymore. We had intelligent conversation and also had equally important unintelligent conversation. We discussed what our purposes are in this grand thing called humanity and wondered what life will be like when Blom has a kid in a year. We did ski a second day in Vail, and I'll be honest, I made dramatic improvement and was flying down the hill, in and out of trees, over bumps, and even conquered a black diamond like it was nothing. Skiing is positively my new favorite thing. It is so beautiful out there, and to be alone with nature sliding down a hill is just fantastic. I've really experienced nothing like it before. It's just too bad I live in the midwest, so it'll probably be a while until I can experience something similar again. Maybe that will make it more special, I don't know, but at least the memory is worth remembering. Thanks guys for a great week. People ask me if we'll do it again. All I can say is, "That's a given." They don't even laugh.