Its been a winter of watching snow forecasts and chasing lines in the snow. Watching swell forecasts go by without getting wet, but content with the learning curve of a snowboard, appreciative of fresh snow, warm fires and fish burritos. Long Friday night drives deep into Vermont, alpine conifers bent with wet snow, and the familiar site of a dying barn. All of it now filed neatly into my mental slide show. Maybe just one winter, maybe a lifetime of winters, all I know now is that spring is here and so am I. Spring session in Rhode Island welcomed by sun, swell, and no crowds....
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