I woke up this morning feeling two things - one, I needed multiple cups of coffee and, two, I wanted to get ski clothes on my son, load the skis onto the snowmobile and traverse the snowy ridge. Once at the drop down point, I’d pull over, put our skis on and race my boy to the bottom, jump on the gondola and keep doing laps all morning until we both looked at each other with a deep hunger that can only mean “It’s time for a late breakfast, Dad.”
But then I realized......
