Redemption. All those dry winters. Well, relatively dry. This winter Breckenridge is getting its fair do. I guess cloud seeding works. 26” last week brought smiles, gitty laughter and long lines. The snow keeps falling. What a year to have a pair of Manhattans. With the copious amounts of snow, these are the perfect skis for the job. I finally get to enjoy them. I plowed through some soft windswept mounds and floated over the landscape. For a couple seconds, I completely forgot where I was. In the bliss of the moment, effortlessly we soared down the Bowl (my Manhattans and me). It’s that WHOOSH! And it’s sure nice not to have FOMO anymore; the fear of Missing Out that other mountains are getting dumped on.
