I find it interesting how the difference of a few years, chronologically can change ones out look on life. Take snow for example&. In my 30's there was nothing that would make me happier than a good dump of snow in anticipation of the adrenalin rush of flying down good ski or snowboard run. Today, I dread the white stuff, because instead of stepping onto ski's I now climb into a saddle and when you own horses heavy snow falls means a sore back from shoveling it off barns and out of paddocks. But don't listen to me while I whine about our white winter, it has blessed the Pacific Northwest ski industry with one of their best seasons on record. We are now the epicenter of skiing and snowboarding for the rest of the world due to the fact that most of Europe's mountains are bare and there isn't much base in Utah, Colorado or Montana . Powderhounds are flocking to places like Bachelor, Baker and Crystal booking resort hotels and providing shot in the arm to our economy. So I'll stop complaining when those perfectly formed snow flakes begin falling, better yet I'll dig my ski's out of the barn and join the ski boom. On second thought I don't like lift lines!