When I first moved back out west it was for college. One of the highlighting features of going to school in Utah was that I knew I would have the opportunity to ski a lot more than I ever had in the past. My freshman year I logged 120 days on the snow - never for work, always for play - it was my longest season ever. Throughout college I continued to tally every day I skied. Not so much anymore. It isn't about how many days I can get on the snow each season now - rather, it's more important to me that I have fun each and every day I'm out there; with my friends, all of us enjoying each other and the playground we live in.
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Thanks for the welcome back party.
Awwww, I'm jealous.
North Dakota is all about the snow, but lacks in the any kind of hill, let alone mountain, department.
Was that the year your friend tried to kill me at the base of Great Western?
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