I’ve been wearing my flip flops around town the last few weeks and I can’t really see any snow from my house other than little patches which are nestled in shady north facing nooks and crannies. With such amazing weather here in the Wood River Valley, I started tuning up my mountain bike by rebuilding the front fork, and lubing up the chain and derailleurs. Yes, my mind began to wander away from the snow covered peaks that lie just 30 miles north. But, thankfully, Danny Walton reached out and helped me pull my head out of my ass! Winter may officially be over, but, Spring skiing is just beginning. He and I headed up to Mushroom ridge today for some turns. Though the wind was nuking, snow swirling, and north faces scoured, we found some nice turns up high and survived the breakable crusts down low.