Winter comes and goes.
Does anyone else think this winter is just kinda weird? It’s been like spring time for the last week, then all of a sudden she flips the switch and winter falls in fluffy white abundance once again. Not that I’m complaining really, I love spring skiing and pow skiing almost equally, but it’s been going on like this all damn season. I don’t really feel like the winter has even kicked off and here we are tuning up the bikes, digging up the shorts, buying new flip flops, and planning the first surf trips. I just hope the summer is less indecisive than the winter. I suppose it might be the nature of things though; sometimes you flush, sometimes you bust. Just when you think you see a pattern forming the whole thing flips over on it’s back.
Looking out the window just north of my desk I can watch the snowflakes flash and disappear in the glow of the street corner light on their finite journey to the ground, a flat reminder that it ain’t over yet. That tomorrow when I wake up to a foot of new snow and battle the driving masses, each just a little more entitled than the next, landing finally at the base of Alta and rush my way to the lift line excited and anticipatory, feet sore in my new ski boots, sleep still lodged in the corners of my eyes, and coffee fresh on my breath, it will once again be winter. And even though it might well turn right back to spring again on Monday and bake the snow to an unpredictable mashed-potatoey consistency, I plan to ring out the last lonesome juices of this little winter that could, and enjoy it for all she’s worth.
I hope I see you in the lift line..
-Cody
