Early Morning Ski Commutes Aren't Painful, They're Glorious

It is an ungodly hour. My dad, probably wearing enormous snow boots, is stomping around the kitchen and back room, organizing gear.If I’m awake now, he’s probably been awake for 30 minutes or more. Years later, I’d appreciate the dedication it took for him to rouse my brother and me and drive us two hours from the city to the hill and back after a full week of work. Old Pops meant business. 
This time, I’d rather not get out of bed and join him. It’s Saturday o