For those of you that know me (EvilE, Alkasqualik, OldTimer, etc) I usually try not to be to down on life, but looking at the weather forecast for north Tahoe is killing me today. I'm 4,000 miles away in the middle of the ocean that all that moisture just came from, it's 75 dgrees out, and my ski season doesn't exist this year.
Enough whining - my plea is this: To all of you lucky enough to be in Tahoe, or the locales east of it that will no doubt suck the remaining moisture out of this storm - go outside tonight, in the howling wind, in the blowing, drifitng snow; go out into the white room that I can only dream about, throw your arms up in joy, and smile. Sleep a restless sleep tonight and tomorrow night under the falling deluge of frozen goodness, lying half awake as you strain to see the coming of dawn out your window and hear the first bombs being thrown. Go out in the storm in the morning, shirk your responsibilities, get on a chairlift, and point 'em down and off something you never thought you'd ever huck your carcass off, because there would never be enough softness under it. Because tomorrow and Friday, there will be.
4,000 miles away in sunny Hawaii, there's a guy you never met who loves our sport as much as you do, but who just can't make it for this one. So I beg of you, go out there tomorrow, be safe, have fun, and tear shit up for me. I'll be back in the game next year.
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