The ski trip is the main reason why. This was the year that wives joined us (albeit late in the week) and things couldn't have gone better from my perspective. Days 1-3 on the hill with the guys were fast, furious, and knee-deep in snow and cold. Day 2 was at Grand Targhee with over a foot of fresh and more coming down in buckets. It was bitterly cold and stormy on any exposed part of the hill, but in the trees and ravines conditions were dynamite - Gram and I stepped through gates and skiied Das Boat; it was easily the toughest terrain I've ever done and also the best I've ever skiied. Thigh deep snow slowed down chutes and softened landings enough to bring us both up a level or two. Day 3 was Constable and I, in a throwback to 2003, riding JH trees and hiking for great fresh in The Crags, finding some magazinish floats off big rocks into soft pow.

On Wednesday and Thursday Bonnie and Jenelle arrived. The skies cleared, the temps warmed, and we had a weekend of skiing in softshells and fleece gloves coupled with lunches outside on the mountain and 'cougar practice' on the Adirondack chairs at the base. We had a great dinner at Nani and a great round with nachos at the Mangy Moose. It was monstrous fun.

Travel shenanigans on Sunday (ever been diverted to the Dakotas?) got us home at 2:58am. That, coupled with wild and woolly work weeks, has meant exhaustion. We celebrated with grilling on the deck and basketball, both of which seemed like spring.