Goin’ Fishing —
If you’ve been reading this column, you know skiing has been my world since the day A-Basin opened and I devoted every free second of my life to making turns. Consequently, I spent an inordinate amount of time crashing on buddies’ couches in Summit and Eagle counties. One blissful 80-degree morning in March, when it should’ve been dumping spring powder, one buddy proclaimed: “You’re stupid for going skiing today, it’s like 80 and sunny. I’m going floating.”
Wait. Floating? I thought I was going floating. On slush, albeit, but floating....
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