Conn the Cook

I thought it would be nice to put a visual to the name that I've scribed about in passing. This is Conn, the cook. We bounced around on the mountains for an afternoon + it was rad fun. In comparison to this mental man, I'm a nervously cautious ski piste player- scraping along in his tracks with great distance following his stampeded pace. We belted with joy on the high, crunching lifts swooping over icing sugared trees + gasping back at the view we were leaving behind. "s'what it's all about" we sighed in agreement. The snow, still perfect + crunchy so late in the day : tantalising techniques of fellow mountain munchers scorching by with terrific hip jolting carving thrusts, what a sight to behold.