, but do you need the bathroom?” I couldn’t really blame the guy for asking, as I was hopping from foot to foot. “No,” I replied. “I don’t need to go… I need to GO!” It had been snowing for 36 hours straight, the skies were now clear and all I could think about was grabbing my snowboard, meeting my friends in the Mourne Mountains and finding some juicy lines to ride. Instead, I was stuck at a site meeting – and when ridable snow falls
