Over the past few days, I’ve discussed my theories about this bizarre winter with a few different friends. My personal thought is that all the bike riding, roller blading, and outdoor rock climbing that’s happening only exacerbates the summery trend of winter, because it shows the snow deities (whoever and whatever they may or may not be) that we are unfaithful to the true purpose of having snow on the ground–which is, of course, to go skiing. Friends have countered that such deities might be galled into action by the same displays of summer activities that I find so heretical, and perhaps spurred into haste by the sight of flesh and open toes in February. Who’s to say?
Whatever the reason for this strange season, I’m (as ever) not ready for it to be done. To that point, here’s a little clip from our time at Yurtski back in January, where the snow was soft, the women were strong, the men were good looking, and all the children were above average. Here’s to a long winter.