Lisa keeps Lou under control, and provides as much fem as we dare publish here.
This post sponsored by our publishing partner Cripple Creek Backcountry.
In 1987, seven years after the big eruption, Lou and I skied Mount St. Helens. I was 28. Our tracks left white stripes on the ash covered snow. Who would have known that 32 years later I’d have the pleasure of skiing it again, this time with my 28 year old son, on bright white snow, everyone dressed female to honor the X chromosome. The circle of life never ceases to amaze.