It sounds like there's been great snow all over the US this spring so I can't brag so much about the great skiing at Callaghan last week. Although I'm guessing not everyone is as excited about all the late snow as I. Ha, that sentence would be a good example sentence to teach the I/me difference. In fact, I'm almost tempted to change it to me purely to amuse the small portion of readers who would find the apparently unintentional hubris entertaining. I'm not sure how many people would either notice or bother to read the sentence literally if I used me though, so I'll refrain. Now, what was I originally planning on writing?

Oh yes, I remember.

The snow pack at Callaghan shrunk noticeably every day we were there especially on days that were either warm and sunny or warm and rainy. Furthermore, every day was warm and every day was either rainy or sunny. As the snow melted it was like peeling away the layers of a time capsule. Every so often I'd come upon some relic from previously in the season-- one of those little blue nylon twigs used to mark the lanes, someone's pole basket, a paper race number... things that may have been lost or forgotten months ago. I think Whitcomb found a camera which we collectively determined belonged to Kevin Cutts. It's kind of uplifting to know that things you lose can be found again.