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right before I left: an e-mail.
    To: Charlotte, Katani, Maeve, Isabel
    From: Avery
    Subject: Hello from CO
    Hey BSG! I miss you already. Telluride is a snowboarder’s heaven right now! Can’t wait to shred it up! Other big news—Dad has a new girlfriend. Totally weird. She has a 13-year-old daughter named Kazie who Dad says is an awesome snowboarder, but I’ll have to C it 2 believe it. Marty traveled like a pro, except when the plane hit turbulence. (But don’t ask him about it—don’t want to embarrass the little dude!) BTW, thank you guys tons for the presents. They rock!
    TTYL,
    Avery
    PS—Guess who the celeb judge for the Snurfer is … give you 1 clue: THE GOLDEN EGG.

CHAPTER
5
Crazie Kazie
    I opened my eyes to a sunlit room, rolled over, and found something gray and furry right next to my face. It took a split second for me to realize that the fur ball was Marty and to remember why Marty was in my bed. I bolted upright. I was in Telluride. It was a perfectly good boarding day. I didn’t have a second to lose!
    I heard the crackling sound of bacon on the griddle. “Mmm, mmm,” I said, sniffing the air. I could smell my dad’s coffee, too. Thank goodness Dad and I were both early birds. When I looked over the upstairs railing, I spied Dad at the stove flipping banana pecan pancakes—his breakfast specialty. I tiptoed down the spiral staircase and snuck up behind him. “GOOD MORNING!” I sang loudly.
    Dad jumped a little (not as much as I hoped!), but at least no pancakes went flying. “Hey there.” He pointed to me with the spatula. “Didn’t you learn your lesson after your last pancake fight with Scott?”
    “Ha, ha …
never
!” I grabbed a plate holding a tall stack of pancakes.
    Marty scampered downstairs and leaped onto the window seat. He nuzzled into the cushion and started people/dog watching, his nose steaming up the glass.
    “I bet Marty’ll make tons of friends here in Telluride,” said Dad. “All he’s gotta do is take a walk around the block, and he’ll have himself a dog-fest.”
    I drizzled a zigzag of syrup on my pancake pile. “Um, no offense, Dad, but Marty doesn’t need to make more friends. He’s got a whole dog posse back home. And a poodle girlfriend.”
    “Is that a fact?”
    I gulped down a mouthful of pancake. “Sure is. He’s the coolest pup in town! You miss La Fanny, Marty?” I asked.
    Marty barked, but I wasn’t sure if it was a “yes” or a “holla!” to the Colorado dogs outside the window.
    “Are you going to take the day off to go snowboarding with me, Dad?”
    Dad sat down at the table with me. “You bet! I was thinking we’d head up to Mountain Village after breakfast. Then we’ll take the lift up and do a run down Boomerang to warm up. In the afternoon we can check out Hoot Brown Terrain Park … if you’re feeling brave enough, that is.” I smiled. I loved hearing Dad use all the Telluride lingo.
    “I just need to drop off a bunch of Snurfer flyers and registration forms at the Village shops.”
    “Dad?” I asked. “Do you think I could wear Scott’s old jacket this year? I’ve grown a little, so maybe it won’tbe too big for me …” Scott’s old coat was bright yellow, super warm, and awesomely cool. It would be perfect for the Snurfer.
    “Sure, but you know you can get a new jacket from the store if you want.” That part of having a dad that owned a sports store was pretty cool—free gear.
    “That’s okay,” I told Dad. “Scott’s coat’s already been broken in. You know, more comfortable and stuff.”
    “Of course,” Dad answered with a wink. He knew that what you wore on the slopes wasn’t all about being new and high-tech. Dad’s ski-suit was legendary. He’d worn the same thing since before I was even born. It was a 1980s fluorescent blue one-piece covered with geometric shapes and patches—souvenirs from Dad’s big races and events. Even though he could get any kind of new equipment he wanted, he refused.