MLK Jr. Day we headed up the ski hill. But this time, Jeff unknowingly left the tailgate down. When we got to the parking lot of the ski hill, he realized that his ski boot bag was missing. Frustrated, to say the very least, he unloaded us and started the drive home, looking for his ski boot bag all the way. The kids and I stayed on the bunny hill for the day, as the kids didn't want to try the bigger hills without Dad. On Jeff's way back up the hill, he got a call from a man who'd found his boots on the corner of Hwy 2 and Dennison-Chatteroy Road. He knew to call Jeff because Jeff had left a pick-up slip in the bottom of the bag, and this man was nice enough to call. Jeff was overjoyed, and we drove down to Hillyard to meet this man at his cousin's car shop to pick them up. It was in the the throes of Covid, so though it was weird to shake someone's hand, Jeff did it happily. Another lost and found story for Jeffrey!!!
Odie and Nels came over to ski a couple trips with our kids! COUSINS!!!
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