I’ve noticed whenever where I live gets a bit of:
Mammoth gets a bit of:
And that makes me smile.
I like rain and I like when Mammoth gets snow.
This year we need Mammoth to get a bunch of the white fluffy awesomeness so that they can stay open until the Fourth of July again. With the little one on the way, we are going to miss snowboarding season unless they get absolutely dumped on and stay open late enough that we can go spring boarding after the kiddo shows up. That’s our hope. That’s our plan.
So, come on weather, go ahead and rain, rain, rain. I’ll happily (sort of) put up with bad driving, delays, getting wet, making a mess of the backyard and whatever else you want to throw at me as long as it means that Mammoth is going to keep getting dumped on. (Though I do reserve the right to blog occasionally about the disasters of my commuter lifestyle.)
But, wait, now the sun is shining here…
That’s not part of the plan.
Who do I need to talk with to get this straightened out?