Revolving door of life.

Not that we've been the most consistent on this blog... but we are currently taking our annual mud season mini vacation. Not that we go anywhere exotic or lavish and party together like a rap video. Most of us take this time to visit family... which can be more intense then russian roulette but hey, it's family. I was going to do a sweet graphic of the US and pinpoint where everybody is, but with my computer a thousand plus miles away, this lame and grammatically incorrect entry will have to do. (which also confirms my thoughts on trading in that big ol' muscle machine for a laptop)
The season was decent even though we got skunked on snow. We came to appreciate the mountains natural features more and the few pow turns we got, will undoubtedly bring us back for another season. I'd like to thank everybody that I shredded with this winter and made it as special as it could be. And to that someone who I didn't get as many days with as I should of: Next year will be more epic anyways... right? It has to be. If we get skunked two years in a row, oh man, I'm switching to a surf bum. That might be a smarter choice anyway. Oceans warming and rising, that means some sick new breaks will be popping up all over... I digress.
This seasonal transition is all ways some what trying, emotionally and financially, but always seems to be worth it. With the change of seasons comes the change of faces. I feel very fortunate to meet a handful of new people every couple of months. Not that people who have settled never get that same feeling, but I feel like the number of times it happens is a lot less frequent. The revolving door of seasonal work is one of the great comedies of life. Some say we're dodging responsibilities, I say they're dodging life. You are not your house, your car, your iphone, your loan payment(self jab). I understand that these will be important someday. SOMEDAY. And I admit that I have dodged some things that I should be more responsible about. And maybe I've even burnt some bridges in my flaunting of this transient lifestyle. But I'm a human with a desire to take what moments I can. That's all. But who are we to give life advice? But to us our success should not be measured by our bank statements, or framed accomplishments, or number of friends(facebook or reality) but by the quality of memories that we've made with those friends and family or in solitary. Yet you know that. I told you we weren't qualified for life advice.