I’m taking a cue from my friend Court Brock who has coined a fresh new term for the winter of our discontent: “Marginal is the new epic.”
When I said I was only going to ski instead of snowboard until it really snows, I didn’t know that meant forever.
In the meantime, my buddy Blaine cruised through Tahoe on his way from Canada to Bishop in his killer Sprinter van that I’m super jealz of. He brought my favorite dog in the world (other than Sierra) with him. She’s a cuddle machine with Sierra sized personality.
If there had been snow, I probably would have made him go snowboard with me on his visit, but there isn’t so we went to the beach. It’s like that. Junuary.