I don't now whether it's the new $700 skis I just bought, or perhaps the unseasonal cool weather we've recently been experiencing...but for some reason I felt compelled to buy this magazine at our local gas station.So as I sit on my deck waiting for the steaks finish cooking, my thoughts fade from casting hopper patterns tight against grassy banks on the South Fork...to facial shots of Targhee powder.
Three months...but who's counting.
