Last days of skiing right here folks. I am sad, we had a rocky start to the snow year, but the late spring pow was stellar. The skis I got this year revolutionized my skiing and I am just not ready to give it up. There's never too much of a good thing. Oh well, I hope I live to ski again another season. Today, a little clean air and sunshine did a body good. I had a nice lunchtime jaunt up to Rock Canyon and back. I'm running with an old buddy friend of mine from High School on Saturday. Haven't seen her in years, she's driving down from Salt Lake to run 8-10. She did the Ironman in Florida last year and is pretty hard core. Her Dad and my Dad hitchiked from Riverside, CA across America and worked a summer pitching hay in Wyoming. They got paid in Silver Dollars and headed to BYU with thier pockets full of rolled coins. A few summers later, they worked paving I-15 near Baker (home of the world's largest thermometer near Death Valley) and Barstow (in 137 degree afternoons). My Dad used that money to buy my mother's engagement ring. Her father is now buried in the cemetary I run around almost daily, and my father's ashes are scattered along the beaches of San Felipe in Baja. I'll be nice to laugh about our crazy Dads. | 