Man, here in Silverthorne it's still hard to imagine: No snow on the ground and it got to be over 70 degrees (73 right now). But for that gathering wind, and sudden increasing bursts.....
(Man, today was just a beautiful cream cheese and slush day at the Bay. Very few people. First chair. Very fun skiing. No rocks hit as yet. I did not know that my Blossom Whiteouts would do so much better changing the bevels from 1/2 to .7/3 when I flattened the bases. And that needed full tune I'd just put on those puppies by hand was just right - very satisfying. Boy, almost Christmas here in springtime.)
The season may be nearly over, but one of the folks I was skiing with today, who I sat down to lunch with, I asked what he'd do next.
Turns out he was actively planning about his next step, going to Australia to surf and scuba come June 18, then on to New Zealand to ski and mountaineer, then on to Chile and Argentina to ski the rest of the summer into the fall. After a season of more than 210 days skiing, only 14 days missed, he said. (Below his normal count, he said.) Holy Moly. No end in sight for the stoke.
(Oh, and the man is 67.)
Whew.