Maine, Part 2

Having a birthday in late January and growing up in rural Maine pretty much guarantees one thing: every birthday party will either be a sledding party, or an ice skating party, or some glorious combination of the two (during one particularly snowy winter we even went sledding off the garage roof). So, it's only natural that while home for the holidays we commemorated my upcoming 30th just as I have for the past thirty years -- with sleds. A few of our closest were kind enough convene for our annual Yankee swap and a short afternoon of sledding the next day. Good times with the people I love the most? A pretty great way to welcome a new year and a new decade.