It’s funny how the body goes strong, like a tuned 357 ci Chevy with eight big gas chambers pounding out the horses, then your cylinder heads carbon up, your oil gets thinned, and the go-peddle feels like you’re stomping a ripe mellon. I’m feeling like that today, after many more days on skis than off for the last few weeks.
We’re still having a spring that yields a snowpack somewhere between the Wasatch and Sierra, and it’s snowing up high again today. Thinking about getting out again tomorrow, but then, a rest day with some office work is oddly compelling. After all, just how many tax extensions can you file? A few photos from recent adventures:
Well perhaps it’s time for an oil change, and to admit I’m still jealous of ski bums who don’t file tax extensions, or even tax returns for that matter.