It's snowing again. In Ballard. A day like today reminds me of the mountains, and of being on a board pointed downhill. It's not the speed that makes my heart race, but the energy and escape that the snowy mountains promise to provide. It's also a day away from work, waiting tables, and salt.
Stevens (Pass), where oh where is the snow that fell so generously upon you last season?
Until then, night skiing, is where we shall be.