I cannot stop checking the weather. Is it going to snow today? Tomorrow? In a week? Will there be powder a month from now? I'm trying to think up a funny name for this compulsion. I know it stems from a devout love of winter. I'm trying to cope, but my work schedule is often thrown off by forecast updates and distant chances of precipitation.
My friend Zach Zach, slashing backcountry pow in an inflatable cow suit.