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.