The End is HERE

Quite possibly the worst day ever.  Started out fun.  Liza came up from the bay and blew me away with how much she had progressed the weekend I was at boobcon.  Girl can now confidently carve down black (ok, Northstar black) runs without stopping or hesitating.  And I managed to convince her to try hopping off little side hits.  Then Jon stomped a hard landing with a locked front leg off a log jib and possibly tore a ligament.  At least I get to check out the doctor's on Monday with him.   I blame Bag and Trev.  I'm not sure how or why, but I know it is their fault somehow.  Bad influences.