Beaver Creek, Colorado; the view from my porch right now.  Jacksonville is nice, but this I could get used to.  I never want to leave! Some highlights from the trip so far: Larkburger.  Dear God this place is home to the best burger I’ve ever tasted. EVER. And I’ve had a lot of burgers in my lifetime. Zacks: Another restaurant? What a chubster.  This restaurant is located at the very top of a mountain.  The only way to get there?  Ski. Or, a machine called a ThunderCat which is like a small cabin that wheels you up the mountain on tractor tires.  Frightening, but worth it.  The view from the top of the mountain was breathtaking. Da Money: Oh yeah, I’m getting paid to be here. Sorry for the obnoxious brag. The Kids:  Ciara is only six-years-old, yet she is an impressive skier.  She went blazing down the side of the mountain, from the very top I might add, full speed ahead.  No poles.  Just a helmet and no fear.  The boys can’t ski yet, as they are only four years old, but I get to hang out with them all day in the snow, building snowmen, having snowball fights, and drinking my home-made hot chocolate.  I couldn’t ask for a cooler group of youngins’ to be hanging with. Man, I love this job.

Beaver Creek, Colorado; the view from my porch right now.  Jacksonville is nice, but this I could get used to.  I never want to leave!

Some highlights from the trip so far:

Larkburger.  Dear God this place is home to the best burger I’ve ever tasted. EVER. And I’ve had a lot of burgers in my lifetime.

Zacks: Another restaurant? What a chubster.  This restaurant is located at the very top of a mountain.  The only way to get there?  Ski. Or, a machine called a ThunderCat which is like a small cabin that wheels you up the mountain on tractor tires.  Frightening, but worth it.  The view from the top of the mountain was breathtaking.

Da Money: Oh yeah, I’m getting paid to be here. Sorry for the obnoxious brag.

The Kids:  Ciara is only six-years-old, yet she is an impressive skier.  She went blazing down the side of the mountain, from the very top I might add, full speed ahead.  No poles.  Just a helmet and no fear.  The boys can’t ski yet, as they are only four years old, but I get to hang out with them all day in the snow, building snowmen, having snowball fights, and drinking my home-made hot chocolate.  I couldn’t ask for a cooler group of youngins’ to be hanging with.

Man, I love this job.