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I'm in Park City, Utah again, skiing through some atrocious weather and giving some serious thought to moving out here and finding work since there's a lot of environmental hippy drippy stuff going on (also big development things) and being all "aaauuugh this is what I feel passionate about so why don't I pursue this because I love skiing more than anything." Chairlifts give you a lot of time for meditation on life and your place in the universe and how the world is a cold, cold place. Or maybe that's just the dying gasp of your fingers succumbing to the weather. Either way. Mostly I have to ask:

Why did no one tell me aspens have eyes on them!? Everywhere I go, the trees are looking at me.