Last winter I looked at the Spoon daily … I saw it on my way to and from work, out my bedroom window in the morning, and sometimes beneath my eyelids at night. I’m a fairly conservative backcountry skier safety-wise, so skiing it mid-winter scared me. Finally, in March – with my long-time friend and ski buddy, Reilly – I got to see it right beneath my BD Nunyos and blurring past my peripheral. [Read More]