When winter rolls around, I always get the itch to go play in the snow. Despite being far removed now from Chicago winters, the first snowfall always reminds me of early mornings waking up, throwing on my boots and coat and rushing out to meet the bus that took a group of us kids Upstate to a ski mountain just across the state line. It was a notable highlight of school breaks and winter free time—and I still think there’s nothing quite like the feeling of zipping down a mountain as fast as your skis will take you. It’s undeniably…
