Its a normal day, plans set for the week ahead. Then it happens. Word of an impending storm on the way. Doesn't mean much for most people. But to others, its as if the Bat Signal gets launched into the sky. You're dialing your friends 7 digits, doesn't matter where they are. They could be in San Fran on a romantic getaway, working, or you know they already have plans set for the weekend. SNOW is coming.
Within hours, plans are changed, GFs'/Bosses/Friends are understanding, cabins are booked, every seat in the car is taken and now you're a couple days away from storm chasing. It all comes together. It all comes falling out of the sky. Its this very winter moment you look forward to all year. Being on your favorite Mountain, with friends and that sweet, sweet, fresh pow.
Its just so good when it hits your lips.