Death Throes of the Ski Season... Or not!!!

I love rain... for the most part. In fact, I would go as far to say I love all/any weather that people are typically pre-programmed to dislike. In fact, this is why I enjoy riding bikes when it's bitterly cold, completely soaking, snow on the ground, and/or extremely windy. Simply, it's just nice to be out when no one else is. It feels like you have the whole world to yourself, for a few precious hours anyways. This being said, it is pouring in Boise now. Typically, April showers aren't as fun as downpours during the other seasons (mostly because the rain is still freezing and when it pours, it seriously pours). But, today, it rained and, then it snowed. And, at the end of March. What the fuck. The humble Boise foothills where, coincidentally, our local ski resort is (Bogus Basin) received around 9 inches of fresh snow. Two weeks ago, I was skeptical to whether the ski season could even make it into April. This would have been bad, especially considering I have no job/friends here and, essentially, no other meaning/direction in life right now but to ski until skiing is rendered physically impossible. 4 or 5 days a week I wake up at around 8am, drink some coffee, load up the '89 Subaru Legacy (totally learned how to drive manual transmission, +1!) and drive to the mountain. I digress. The point being, to choose the right words, THIS IS FUCKIN' AWESOME! I'm loading my powder skis immediately after finishing this, then skiing backcountry (Mores Mtn.) tomorrow, then coming back in the evening to share a beer with some old-timers at a grungy-bar that's connected to an equally-sketchy (to it's credit, it is tons nicer than it used to be) bowling alley down the street from my house. Such is life.

Maybe someone will put some Petty on the jukebox, again. That would be fantastic...