It's been about two weeks since the last 18 inch snow storm hit the Black Hills. The weather has been so warm lately that Left Side Tinton trail is completely dry as far up as Aspen Hills, so let's spend this next week pouring out some of our Crow Peak beer in memory of Winter 2012-13. It's been real, Winter. Do us a favor next season any try to dump while Terry's is still running lifts. 'Till next year!
A couple years ago Patt Kidd used my tape deck and computer to upload
these clips. He bought the tape deck from me and still owes me 50 bucks.
Anyway, I cut this 20 second edit together. If you send me your footage, I will cut it.
I have been busy lately: Hit my head on the ground pretty hard, got a new job in a dead letter office, relocated across the country nearly on a whim (or rather the misconception that this is part of the American Dream); I am ignoring the fabric of my conciseness living on some sort of stagnant perch between both coasts.
Yesterday I decided I don't want to live in a place where you can't buy seltzer at the gas station. This is the same place where Italian soda's ingredients are Sprite and syrup, where the iced coffee is made by pouring standard brewed hot House blend over ice, and the three coffee shops in town order their pastries from the Safeway (and they don't serve croissants). Salads are 75 percent meat and creamy dressing.
I have been spoiled rotten by the accoutrements of the third wave and no amount of fresh air, or wildlife, or pro-life christian conservatism can provide the comfort I get from a carefully made pour over and a print copy of the Sunday New York Times.