It's A Forecast, Not A Promise

The weather forecast was little to no wind and sunny skies all the way to Tok, with clouds and maybe snow tomorrow.

I snort in the weatherman's general direction. I poot that way too.

Snow, my friends. Snow. And colder than a banker's heart. My investment in the heated vest paid dividends. Without it I would have been forced to stop or turn back.

Did I say colder than a banker's heart? I meant to say it was colder than Russo's heart.

There was also a several mile stretch of construction that slowed me down quite a bit. Nonetheless I find myself in Beaver Creek for lunch at about 3:30. Lunch looks good.