Get it while it’s good

You know it’s spring when a pale, hairy man in an American flag Speedo, an afro wig and bright green ski boots stumbles by on his way to Squaw Valley’s KT-22. Glorious spring. When the slopes turn to slush under sunny skies. When shorts and snowboard boots are decently appropriate. When the smell of hamburgers grilling on the lodge deck wafts into the lift line.