We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I skied Mom'n pops when I was a kid, home-made rope tows, warming cabins with wood stoves. Mom and Dad managed to afford it. Nowadays the ticket prices are ludicrous, I'll take my snowshoes and hit the backcountry
My opinion of skiing was shaped when I was a little kid in the early 60s. An American Olympic skier fell and broke (I think) her neck. Pretty much made her a quadriplegic IIRC.
I remember thinking if that could happen to an expert, I had no business trying it.
A couple of weeks ago I was driving back from California on I-70. Just seeing how steep those ski slopes are in Colorado gave me the whim-whams. It must be a tremendous adrenaline rush for those that enjoy the sport. My instinct for self-preservation is just to strong to give it a try.
I know you Yankees (lease note: I did not say 'damn Yankees') are used to this kind of global warming but those of us in the South (I live in Georgia) aren't. I just shoveled two inches of "partly cloudy" off my front walk. But they are playing golf in the desert, spring practice is under way and the Masters is coming soon. Spring is on the way.