Well, I did it.
I didn’t want to.
In the end I couldn’t help myself.
I buckled to the peer pressure.
All the damn talk of El Nino.
On the very last day.
At the very last possible moment.
I pulled the trigger on a season pass.
A Tahoe season pass.
I want to be giddy with joy.
I want this to be the year.
You know the one, knee-deep powder, sunshine, epic days spent with a giant grin on my face and surrounded by the best of friends. Hot toddies and buffalo wings.
Will this be the year we get enough snow, so I can earn my turns, or at least ski more than three runs of man-made Sierra sadness.
Only time will tell.