in Breckenridge riding with friends from out of town. We had a wonderful time playing outdoors in the sun, relaxing indoors, seeing Woody Allen's disturbing "Match Point" with a group of gals (we all sat uncomfortably for most of the film and Dave correctly said it was "like watching stupid people"), buying gear at 50% off, and spontaneously meeting up with our kickass Breck crew at the martini bar. Why can't this last forever?
