Hallelujah, let it snow. It’s come early this season but for me, it’s just in time. I’ve been dreaming of this day since June. Like clockwork, I feel the urge for crisp mountain air and fresh snow under my board… always in June. This year, I experienced this feeling underneath a fiery sun on a warm summer day in Hawaii. Maybe it’s because I was so far away from the mountains that this sensation felt even stronger, like little pins all over my body, poking and prodding me to… Go. Ride. Snow. Cold. I. Must.