fresh air

After a week of family gatherings and summer job application filings (which has rekindled the whole what do I want to do with my life question), I'm darting south early tomorrow morning for a week of off-piste skiing in the Chamonix Valley (France, you stupide americaines) with my brothers. Olof is going to be sticking to the slopes, but Martin and I are booked for a week of guided backcountry hotness. Here's hoping I return in one peice.