So. It's snowing already in the mountains. A lot.
And I'm thinking of delicious tele turns down hills filled with powder and speed and my breath appearing in clouds in front of my face and hot coffee on a cold winter day and my amazingly warm Patagonia jacket and my sick Scarpa T1 boots and hanging out in the ski patrol building shooting the shit and hiking at Mission Ridge with my girls and throwing snowballs with my toddler and screaming with joy as I go so very fast and hauling sleds and digging out tower pads and pulling my red-nosed little girl in her sled and smiling so big, really big as I ski in unison with my husband...
and, wow, I can't wait.
It's making it a little hard to concentrate on this:
