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Skiing into Spring
Every year, a rhythm repeats itself. In November, I putz around in the foothills and hike into the mixed weather and raw conditions. By mid-December, the first flakes of snow hit. A smile lights up on my face. I wax Read More …
Every year, a rhythm repeats itself. In November, I putz around in the foothills and hike into the mixed weather and raw conditions. By mid-December, the first flakes of snow hit. A smile lights up on my face. I wax Read More …