When I was 15, I assumed that I would be the kind of person to grab my enormous kite (on hand for blustery March days), crawl over a sagging barbed wire fence, and get a late winter adrenaline rush skiing my brains out- hoping to get enough action in before I was told to get off private property! Of course I would be listening to Nirvana on my discman. Now I am 49, and I guess that didn’t come together. Watching the snow from my hot tub trumped the vision somewhere in the ensuing 3+ decades. But it’s still cool to watch.
