It is my hope that this is one of the more uninspired peices of writing you read today. Utah, the night before thanksgiving, no snow. Sure, I know, the Canyons and Brighton blew enough snow to open. So did Alta and the Bird. So did my home resort in western Maryland.
Western Maryland. In fact, I would bet your rent money that they've blown more snow than the aforementioned, and in less time. Utah, best snow on earth-unless that snow is manmade, then youd better look to the mid atlantic. Not east coast. I'm not some god damn red sox loving, maple syrup drinkin' frenchie. But that's beside the point.
The point here is that it's thanksgiving and I have much to be thankful for. Thanks for the seasons I spent here a few years ago. Thanks for the (unexpected) detour back to my hometown. Thank you that it only lasted three seasons. Thanks for the kids I worked with while I was there, and thanks to the people who gave me the opportunity. Thanks to my main sponsors-my family, thanks for the Patton-esque return to Utah. Thanks to those that continue to give me the opportunity. And finally, thank you to God, thanks for letting me go as hard as I can until it's time to move on. What are you thankful for?
