I feel feverish. Anybody else feel this way?

Oh no? Does this go both ways?
'Cuz I'm already a goner and I fell hard!

I hope you landed in a pillow of powder and charged out of it with grace and a face shot of determination.

I'd like to understand patience better; I feel broken every time I look to the forecast and see another week of oscillating temps that aren't yet coating our beloved craggy peaks with lasting powder. Will Muir offer a repeat session of last week? Childish anticipation is wearing the wool on my socks thin as I can't sit still...pray for snow my friends.

I was on a Valhalla trip with a guy who is exactly as you describe. He earned the nicknamed "Snake" because when you got up to the top his relaxed blue eyes were suddnely gone, and they were replaced with two little reptilian slits, and before you had atime to realize, he suddenly dropped over the edge on your line, making you suddenly realize "Snake!"