Teased by Tantalus
There we sat, perched amid the most beautiful ski lines in the region. They were so close you could poke a stick at them, yet most were still out of safe reach. It was April 30, the sun's heat was raging, and we literally watched the end of winter 2013/14 in real time, high def. What was steep and deep winter snow only days earlier was oozing into summer schmoo chunder balls faster than we could scope safe lines to ski. Well, faster than most of us, but not faster than James McSkimming. Skim was ready for battle.