One Last Ski
Lots of people are glad to see the snow disappear this time of year. They say they’re fed up and they’ve had enough.
Not me. I like the snow. And I’m kinda sad when the ski season ends.
Winter looked looked like it was pretty much over, as of this past Tuesday:
But Wednesday morning, I woke up to this:
Which allowed me to go out for one more ski after work:
Not to mention getting one night’s more use out of my Christmas lights and Polar Bear: