It's snowing again. Hurray, dammit. I love snow. I hate moving it.
There's nothing like being up high in the mountains, in steep trees, with nothing but the near noiseless peace of a heavy snow. Heart pounding, thighs burning. Facies as I make turn after turn down the steeps.
So many incredible winter memories. Falling in love with my wife in Utah. Helicopter skiing in British Columbia. Waist deep skiing in Whistler, and Snowbird, and Alta, and Brighton and Solitude. Stuck in the canyon. Incredible Jackson Hole.
Canyon roads carved, not plowed. Cars completely buried. Windshield wipers can't keep up.
So much snow I can't breathe when I ski because so much is in my face.
But somehow, there's nothing like a snow day when I was a kid. Bliss. Insta-vacation. King of the mountain. Heaven. Snow Day!
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