'chos and 'trails

So I just got back from a trip to Stratton Mountain up in Vermont for a little skiing, a few brew dogs, and the company of good friends, and I have to say, precious readers, that I feel juvenated, combobulated, and fully in of sorts. There's nothing like the cold air blasting you in the face, looking at your shadow stretch out in front of you on that bright white slope, and seeing that fan of powder fly out behind you . . . there's nothing like it! Expect some good blog posts this week. The ideas are percolating!