It's the end of the season, or at least it's a sign of spring. In all my years of ski bumming I've never had a powder day on St. Patty's day. I've gotten drunk of course, and eventually I'll get drunk today, but it won't be a happy drunk it'll be an old school country western wife left me and took the truck and my dog died kind of drunk cus even though I'm sure I still have some excellent days left both on the mountain and in the bc, the end is near friends, the end is near.
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