Mother Nature is Bipolar

Last week, it was -20°C and the windchill was crazy. Two days ago, it was 17°C. Yesterday, I attempted to go skiing. I knew it wasn't the best day, but it's been three weeks since I left the Rockies and I was suffering from withdrawal or something. Needless to say, it was like skiing through a slushie. I managed to stay mostly dry, but after a couple of hours the wet started to seep through. The one good thing was that the hill was deserted, and there was plenty of parking available. There were also some pretty awesome moments when the fog suddenly rolled in and we were standing on the hill looking down at it. I felt badly for those who were just arriving for a March Break vacation. It won't be cold again until closer to the end of this week. And wouldn't you know it, I can't go next weekend. I sure hope the snow will hold out until the 21st, our last chance of the season with our pass.

"I've been roaming around, always looking down at all I see"