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By Tom Boyd
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March 30, 2008 —
Life ought to be easy over the next few days as a huge, possibly massive spring storm unloads its cargo on our metaphorical docks, meaning it will be easy to look into the garage, bypass the mountain bike, the kayak, the golf bag, and reach once again for those fat powder boards.
By the time April grabs the torch from March and marches on toward summer, the garage-time decision will be much more difficult. If the sun’s not out, half the mountain ends up looking like the bleached-white bottom of a dried-up reef. With groomer’s the only on-mountain option, the mind begins to wander toward warmer climates – Moab, perhaps – or anywhere which can accommodate a mountain bike, or a raft, or a kayak, or a few swings of the golf club.
In February, I’m a skier.
In March, that conviction begins to bend, to disintegrate a bit.
By April, classic multiple-personality disorder is in full swing. I stare into the breach and wonder, each day, who am I? A skier? A golfer? I’m not even any good at golf (is anybody?), but you can play it in a short-sleeved shirt, I know that for sure.
Call it a kind of schizophrenia, or a perfusion of confusion, or whatever you like, the point is, it’s a sickness I look forward to every year. It’s all the seasons all at once, and that's the way I like it.
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