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Just the other day, I warned my men that ski season has a way of abruptly ending, regardless of frigid temps and amounts of snow experienced, in any particular winter. "Grab those days," said I.
Case in point:
Case in point:
One year, our adult ski group spent a day on the slopes and then further celebrated Valentine's Day with dinner at a fab restaurant. That night, we all felt the well-versed Rocky Mountain High that John Denver so eloquently sang of... albeit it ours was a Catskill Mountain High. We anticipated many more Aspenesque days, on our well traveled mountains. The next morning, we awakened to monsoon season.
Case rested.
