It's dark outside, the wind is cranking and the snow is falling. The talking heads on the boob tube are talking about how the world is ending because of this storm, lots of superlatives to describe it, and all of them negative. Meanwhile I'm sitting here cheering and hoping we get slammed, we could use it!
So the ski box is loaded with the fat skis. My 120mm skin are on the table, the alarm is set. The game plan is to get first tracks, early, then come back and load up the family for a day of powder skiing. I hope it lives up to the billing. All I can say, thank you Santa.
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