Since my office is currently encased in fog and there is a slight chill in the air my mind has been stuck thinking about skiing for the last 3 hours. Waiting for some flurries to fall and allow for some turns up in Hatcher Pass is frustrating. Luckily my withdrawal symptoms have been slightly tempered by the few turns I managed this summer, for which I must thank Hunter and his younger brother Jeep, through whose exploits I was introduced to some fine summer skiing (that didn’t require climbing through a single alder bush, or wading through a stream) down in Portage. The conditions pictured above may look almost Michiganesque, but was just the fix I needed at the peak of my late August boredom. So anyway, this post is mostly just a thank you to Hunter and Jeep, since their minor discovery is currently the only thing keeping me from tearing my hair out in anticipation of snow.
