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View of my dorm from the top of the sledding hill, the expert sledding hill that is.
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the roads were not so conducive to cycling, or walking for that matter, nothing like some sledding-cross training.
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Michelle and I, post-sledding. Needless to say it was cold, 12 degrees-ish
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