It’s tax season. Every year when I enter the information from my W-2, I panic at the “amount due” totals. Little by little, as I enter my itemized deductions the numbers go down. Not sure if they’ll turn green or not this year, but if you see a new wheelset on my MTB, you’ll know they did.
Unfortunately, I’ve written something else off that has nothing to do with taxes: this year’s ski season. So far I have skied my go-to dawn patrol lines in Days Fork exactly zero times and Scotties Bowl exactly once (but even then, not from the top).
Many of the lines I’d like to ski have a six inch base. Not because only six inches of snow has fallen, but because everything keeps sliding off of the rotten six inches from October.
I don’t see it getting better anytime soon. The October facets aren’t going away, so the only way things will stabilize is if we get a good two meters of snow on top of it and things bridge. Unfortunately, anytime that facet layer gets loaded up, it slides again.
It would take at least a month of steady snowfall—just a little at a time—for snow to accumulate without sliding and start to bridge. It will be March at the soonest, so IF that happens, and it’s a huge if, we’ll get 4-6 weeks at most of good skiing this year. I’m not counting on it.
As if that news weren’t bad enough, I wore my heart rate monitor while on the spin bike yesterday and learned that despite the deluge of sweat that drips from my body, I’m not working that hard. So between lack of skiing and pathetic indoor workouts, I should enter the early season soft and weak.
Can’t wait to get dropped on the very first hill of the first race of the season, which I know is going to happen because Rick had his road bike in the back of his truck when we were dropping kids off at school this morning. At least somebody is training.