Laws, Yes (that spells m-o-o-n) we could complain. No snow. Scary dry. 16 below zero. All that. Or, we could embrace the local hill, burn some corduroy, wonder what the hell they excavated from the face of Corona (see pic 3). It looks like a small meteor impact or maybe an elephant fell from space and dented THE SHIELD. No, they are busting ass to keep us having shit to slide on. AND - one of the few times I wll be psyched someone drove the gulch. Snowbikes excel in tire tracks. So, now, we plan, the X-Gross Snowbike commute - across the ice and into history. HAH. None of this matters, which is whay ALL of this matters.