It's starting...

Labor Day has come and gone. The skies are getting dark before the primetime shows begin. Sweatshirts that have been in the closet for months are once again being pulled over my head.
The kids are back in school, and trying to find a pair of shorts in the mall is damn near impossible, and the racks and shelves are filled with sweaters and fleece.
From points West come reports of snow on the high peaks. New magazines are on the racks at Barnes and Noble, filled with page after page of all the new gear you would buy if you hadn't spent your last twenty bucks and PBR nd hot wings at the local pub last night. The local sports shops are putting away the bikes, and bringing out the skis. You wait for the annual tent sale, hoping to find a pair of G4's or S900's on the cheap.
You bring your skis out, and althugh they wont see snow for weeks, you begin to file the edges so that they can cut into the iciest Killington hardpack, and begin getting intoxicated from the familiar smell of Swix wax.
You wear ski boots while watching football, hoping the liners will re-conform to your foot after being empty for months. You can't wait for the packages to arrive from TGR, MSP, PBP, and others, allowing you to live vicariously through guys with names like Seth, Shane, and Pep.
And when you wake up to that first morning to find a thin sheet of ice crystals on your windsheild, which you scrape off with your American Express because you haven't seen the scraper since march...
You know it's starting.

My scraper is in the car, just cleaned out the trunk, have worn pants, not shorts, comfortably for the past 2 days. Its beginning. I was nearly tackled yesterday for saying I couldn't wait for snow and that 9 months of winter would be fine with me.

Working out more than once a week, ignoring my girl's complaints as I watch "another ski movie?", bleeding money like crazy, and having the ups man get to know me by name. Good signs.

Not long.

Beginning my weight training routine 4 days a week and running 3, getting cool enough in the morning for me to hussle to get into and out of the shower. Leaves on the Maples starting to change. My trip to utah is less than 3 months away. Bring it on!

My telling signs: I had to ride my bike home in the dark for the first time 2 nights ago. Also, summer garb is being put away/winter clothes coming out of the attic this weekend.

Yes sir...it'll be anytime now!
:D
Sprite

snow in the parking lot yesterday morning, gray sky, wind cold. When the clouds part breifly, the peaks are familiar white, ridges almost covered, lines long vacant of snow filling in. Heart lifts, soul smiles ... rhyme on towers chairs hang empty ... soon:D

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Originally posted by Plakespear
Labor Day has come and gone. The skies are getting dark before the primetime shows begin. Sweatshirts that have been in the closet for months are once again being pulled over my head.
The kids are back in school, and trying to find a pair of shorts in the mall is damn near impossible, and the racks and shelves are filled with sweaters and fleece.
From points West come reports of snow on the high peaks. New magazines are on the racks at Barnes and Noble, filled with page after page of all the new gear you would buy if you hadn't spent your last twenty bucks and PBR nd hot wings at the local pub last night. The local sports shops are putting away the bikes, and bringing out the skis. You wait for the annual tent sale, hoping to find a pair of G4's or S900's on the cheap.
You bring your skis out, and althugh they wont see snow for weeks, you begin to file the edges so that they can cut into the iciest Killington hardpack, and begin getting intoxicated from the familiar smell of Swix wax.
You wear ski boots while watching football, hoping the liners will re-conform to your foot after being empty for months. You can't wait for the packages to arrive from TGR, MSP, PBP, and others, allowing you to live vicariously through guys with names like Seth, Shane, and Pep.
And when you wake up to that first morning to find a thin sheet of ice crystals on your windsheild, which you scrape off with your American Express because you haven't seen the scraper since march...
You know it's starting.

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Sure, but what about the ice layer on my AMEX card, which won't be getting used again til hell freezes over?

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Originally posted by Plakespear
and begin getting intoxicated from the familiar smell of Swix wax.

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MMMMM burning floros

it was 97 here in cali today...