Here in the rainforest, there’s a world—or at least a season—of difference that comes with one degree of warmth or cold. We dropped a degree and it’s winter again.

Thirty ONE degrees….The screen should say, “Check climate collapse before committing to ski races.”

For now. The timing is fortunate, I think, because I’m supposed to meet Tim in less than a week for the 40k Ski to the Sun marathon in the Methow Valley. 

Looks like the real fun should start at around 27k. What was I thinking?

Even though the conditions here are beautiful today, I’m thinking of taking today as a rest day after a hard week of skiing. Even the pooch seems a pit pooped.