Not Amy and Neal. With a little supervisory help from the grandparents, and with a few hours free before starting Christmas dinner, they left Reed and Nina to play with presents and snuck out in seek of their own.
It looks like Amy got what she wanted.
Having just wrapped up a casual-paced morning of gifts and coffee, Christy and I headed to Highlands with the same idea, for some Christmas turns in the G zones. We quickly found our like-minded friends en route to the top of the bowl.
Here(right), Neal comes up for breath.
With such bad weather(40-50 mph winds atop the bowl) and an even worse weather set to arrive, we had the mountain largely to ourselves.