It rained a lot in New Hampshire, and when I skied, the snow was icy and hard, and the mountains were small.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Some years ago I gave a concert in the mountains with snow all around, and that was much colder.
I won't ski in the backcountry the day after a big storm anymore. The mountains are so humbling. As soon as you think you're on top or crushing it, that's when you need to be really careful.
The winter's a little bit daunting in Montana.
I remember three- and four-week-long snow days, and drifts so deep a small child, namely me, could get lost in them. No such winter exists in the record, but that's how Ohio winters seemed to me when I was little - silent, silver, endless, and dreamy.
Snow is so common that I have omitted to note its falling at least two days out of Three.
I grew up thinking of snow as a luxury you visit.
Occasionally I have come across a last patch of snow on top of a mountain in late May or June. There's something very powerful about finding snow in summer.
For the moment, the snow is quite wet and soft. If it was hard or icy, it would be a perfect downhill for my style, because I could fight even harder.
Although I love snow, it messes things up terribly around Seattle, with all of our hills. I worry about my loved ones driving.
There was a windstorm in L.A., and the morning after there was no smog, and I could see the mountains. And I was like... 'There's mountains? Snowcap mountains?' That's insane; I've been there for thirteen years, and I've never seen that view before, seeing the mountains in the distance.