The days are getting longer and the snow seems to be getting shorter (supply wise) it's mid-March and for most of us in North America the season is coming to a close. For me the end of ski season brings only one thing, allgeries from hell. I'll come down from the mountain, if any of you've ever been to Bear Mountain in SoCal you'd know what I'm talking about, into a desert chock-full of dust and housing developments. Sneezing my ass off till I can't see or breath. This is just another physical sign that the golden days of winter are over. I suppose most people here suffer from some type of end of season onset condition that just doesn't go away, then again, we all suffer from somthing...
'...Smoking's bad, smoking killed my dad. Yeah, he was driving down the highway one day and as he was lighting his cigarette, it blew out the window. So he jumps out the door to save it, and ran himself over. Uh, you mind if I smoke?' -Olie Ollaussen,