Springtime skiing always seems to be a bit of a conundrum for me. ski? or trail run? ski? or bike? ski? or climb (rarely)? this weekend it was ski. and it was glory. over the head shots. hit you in the face shots. refreshing shots. whiskey shots. 5 pound shots booming in the distance to clear the slopes of certain perilous pockets of wind loaded copious spring snow. shots. glorious shots.