Well, things fell apart fast last week. BMX and Lenawee only and full on spring conditions. Luckily, I love spring skiing, though it was a little disappointing not to sneak in one last "real" ski day. Lark waited in Jane's car like a champ, though it's easy to be a champ when you're getting checked on every 2 hours due to a full blown case of the poops.
“The best place in the world to ski is where you’re skiing that day.” — Warren Miller
