Holla for Skwala
HAVE A LOVE-HATE relationship with spring. Warming temps are the “hate” part. My little slice of the Rocky Mountain West is ski country, and its winters deliver dozens of powder-packed days during most years. Few of those happen in April or May. Instead, the spring thaw leaves us to settle for slushy afternoon turns at 10,000 feet. It’s still fun skiing, but it plays second-fiddle to 12-inch-plus dumps that at times can go on for a
