I love seasons. Doesn’t much matter which one. I get just as excited about the change from cold to warm as I do about warm to cold. Each season has its own attributes (and liabilities), and they each seem to last just about the right amount of time before the next one begins. Sometimes the transition takes longer than it should, and sometimes it comes too quickly. This year, finally, winter has arrived. It was too long a wait for us. After all, we live to ski. October started off in a promising manner. An early storm turned everything optimistically white. But then November hit. Temperatures back in the 60’s….