It’s mid December in Oregon and all the leaves have fallen off of the trees and the cold weather feels more like fall. The weather is sunny and dry with that clean crisp smell in the air. Christmas is just around the corner and I can’t wait to get together with the family for a big holiday fest. So why is it that I feel something is missing in my life. Why do I seem to have all of these restless nights where I can’t get to sleep? This built up tension that I can’t seem to get rid of. The reason is simple though…. There is no snow at the mountain… All we have is a 2-inch base blanketing Mt. Hood. You can’t hit or hit the resort. This is torture… The last two years we have been totally spoiled in the cascades. Last season we had cold fronts come in that dumped three feet of fluff that must have came from Utah. It sends me into a downward spiral of deep depression every time I think about it. I would do anything to make a few turns in that white fluff and watching my favorite ski movies over and over in order to distract me from it just isn’t working. I need a cure, I need my fix...... The withdrawal is killing me inside but all I can do is look at my freshly waxed skis and new pair of boots and try not cry. So snow gods I write this to you. If you have a soul and want to show us any mercy this bleak December don’t send us your sunshine and mild temps. Send us your storms with freezing temps and rain. Your white out blizzards and massive dumps. Make us beg for just one blue bird day. Just give us your worst and we will give you our best. So this is my plea and I hope that you are listening… Truly yours, a lost skier wanting to find his home. SNOW GODS UPDATE:  It appears that the snow gods have taken notice and if it wasn't my plea for lots of that white stuff that they answered then it was some other snow craving junky that got through. Regardless the snow is dumping in the bucket loads here in the NW and it's as light as a feather.  So thank you snow gods for your answer to the sad pleas that you received the last several weeks. My depression has ended and my addiction is being fed.  Truly yours, a found skier enjoying his home.