Last days in NZ and on to L.A.

We cleaned out our room, said our goodbyes and flew out of Queenstown. Funny how I thought I wouldn't be sad because I'm going back next year. The thing is, every season is different. New faces appear every winter, sometimes replacing those of people we know. Though we promise to stay in touch, I always know that for some friends, its goodbye for good.

So here's to another winter under the belt: to friends I was overjoyed to see again this year, to new friends I had the pleasure of meeting and to those I might never see again. I had an awesome time... hopefully see you next year!

The winding road to the mountain.

Top of the Chutes, Double Cone in the background.

Ripping down Mid-Station Bowl.

Hippity-hop.

One of the last runs down.

Snowball and last days in NZ

With the season coming to a close, we celebrated in style. All dressed up and stumble-y in heels (what do you expect after a season of runners and ski boots?), we headed to our end of season party. I missed a few of my close friends; it wasn't the same without you guys! Shout out to Heather, Rob, Phil and Gar.

The boys, playing up their steeze. Dinner jackets and caps totally go together.

FINALLY getting in on money shots, which I apparently missed out on for 2 seasons. Cheers Ames.

My lovely housemates, all prettied up.

Another glorious morning witnessed from my living room.

Fridge adornment. LOVE.

Candy picking. Favorite rainy day pass time.

A new found hobby. I can only give my scarf to a blind, homeless person. FAILEnjoying the sun in town with my favorite Canadian housemate, Sarah.

Rocking the aftermath of my braided hair from the night previous. The 80's missed out.

A few short days left, and I'll be flying to L.A.
Kisses!