the funniest possible option, so probably the true one, is absolutely nothing happened on little st john and the real sicko shit happened somewhere no one has ever heard of

Honestly though, fuck this winter. This weather is making me sad and angry. I've been doing my best to manifest some snow over here but I feel like I'm having the opposite effect. I've been diligent to go up to skin around the xc trails almost every weekend and I haven't gone off trail once. I feel like my joy is leaking away from me. The weather report says to expect 2" today. It dribbled a few flakes around noon but it wasn't enough to even get anything damp.
Ughh

This summer could be brutal for fires. Maybe it'll open up more terrain?