It's one of those years. It may turn out like some of those ski seasons back in the late 80' and early 90's when all the storm tracks headed south. Places like Taos, Durango, Wolf Creek, and the east side of the divide get crushed during those seasons and the Vail Valley suddenly becomes part of the giant Dillon Donut effect. Granted, that can change in the drop of a hat around here, but so far the ski season has SUCKED. Nobody wants to ski, it's skinny and hard up there, ideal for core shots. I've skied four runs this year, one day, and this storm is gonna screw us as well it appears. So, I've been back on the bike the past two days, froze my cack and balls off today when the clowds rolled in, but got the crap inflatables on the road bike and did it. And now it's time to settle in on a 3lb box of shit.
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