I know I speak for many other winter enthusiasts when I say that there is always something special about the first flakes of the season. As ski bums, the first dusting of snow marks the official end of summer. We know that we survived another “off season” and our favorite pastime is right around the corner. Also in many mountain ranges, a community collective sigh of relief is given knowing fire danger is no longer an issue (at least until the following summer.)
I’m currently back in my old stomping grounds listening to Bachman Turner Overdrive and taking care of some business. I went to bed with optimistic thanks to a steady rain and dropping tempertures. Sure enough, Mother Nature delivered a light coat of white glory. I celebrated along the shore of an alpine lake and gazed towards the whiteness, excited for the ski season ahead.
