There is not much snow here in Utah, and after last season’s disappointment it is understandable that so many are frustrated and down right pissed at Father Winter. While the season seemed to kick off in such an optimistic fashion, watching consecutive storms skip bye either too fast, or too far North has many throwing in their skis.
Weston and I have taken a different approach to the thin start of things…
If we keep showing up maybe it will show Mother Nature and Father Winter that we are willing to put in the effort if they are.
If nothing else we are getting fit as fuck hiking to the ski-able snow.
NO EXPECTATIONS LEADS TO GREAT AND BEAUTIFUL THINGS