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22 March 2013
Six years ago, I would have been ecstatic to get a double digit number for the amount of days that I got to ski in the mountains. Being from Edmonton, weekend-warrior trips were often planned the week of. Concerns of the snow expected to fall were backseat to our need to get get back into the mountains again. Come Saturday, rain, shine, blizzard, or whatnot, we'd be on the road to the mountains at 5:00 AM and driving home at 5:00 PM. Out of the countless number of trips made like this, there was never a regret. We never came home unhappy or unfulfilled. Being in the mountains was almost a second nature and an escape from the every day life of the toil and broil in Edmonton.
