Freakin' sweet Silver Still want to get that Ghost Recon tattoo someone on the biceps, just out of the sake of nostalgia.
Anyway. All you folks are lucky with your snow fall. Here in the Cascades, right where I happen to be situated, it slushes. Right above freezing, it still snows in the morning, then about the afternoon it all melts into a terrible slush like formation, then at night it freezes over. I need to go to Mt. Hood and goof off with the guys for a bit :v
Except we're going medieval on our own little slice of the mountain. We saved ourselves a few large tires for shenanigans down the slopes!