Yeah... well..about that. I grew up across the street from a ski hill (Prospect hill in Waltham, MA) I was always the first there, and got in trouble for coming in late. Now, as part of the "ovah 40 crowd", and living with herniated L4 and L5, my miserable, leaching friends in my spine, I can't do it. Furthermore, again, as a kid, I'd come in with ice on my face, and frozen clothing. Today, if I hear the forecaster say the word s**w, I quiver.
*sigh* Coffee at the lodge sounds nice
D
