On Dec. 12th, 1992 my friend Todd took me skiing for the first time. So -- as of this morning -- it's been exactly 20 years, and somewhere around 700 days on snow. I've somehow gone from not being able to get off a chairlift without falling to skiing various 40+ degree lines. I've skied everywhere from little Nashoba Valley to mighty Squaw Valley. I've skied everything from the blue ice of New England to thigh-deep blower. And I've enjoyed (almost) every minute of it.
Here's hoping that the next 20 years are just as fun as the first 20 were! Todd -- thanks! I can honestly say you changed my life.