I keep trying to write about how something profound and engaging, but if I'm truly honest with myself, all I can think about right now is next winter. I've realized that the seasonal snow isn't something I simply enjoy, but an integral part of my existence. I could no more separate myself from winter than I could separate myself from one of my arms. It's only June 11th, and all that I can think about is snow. I have a whole season of fishing in front of me (which is awesome), but my mind is on a mountain, peering into the white abyss of a steep entrance and a sketchy exit. Addiction doesn't even begin to cover it.
Until then, I will have to subsist on sick video parts that approximate my wildest snow fantasies. Things like this. Watch it.
