As the April approaches, hope for another bottomless powder day starts to fade. While most of the rest of the world is rejoicing at rising temperatures and thawing yards, dreaming of golf games and dirt biking, hard core ski bums across the land slide into a deep funk. Don’t get me wrong, we love spring skiing and can’t deny the joy of skiing corn snow in a t-shirt, or how good an ice cold PBR tastes after said corn skiing, but these things do signal the beginning of the end. There just aren’t words to describe the melancholy that we feel knowing that we’ll soon have to wait months for first tracks and face shots. Call us crazy but we just love the snow, the cold, the wind, the winter time. With time the pain will fade to a dull aching, but the longing will never go away.