I’m a Diehard Skier, but I Love Summer

The doldrums. The dog days. The constant sunburns. The hazy, drawn-out evenings.Look: summer's great. Put me on a beach with a cold beverage, and I'm good. But as the warmer months progress, a certain itchiness creeps in. Those odd blasts of summer chill—when the temperature drops to 60 degrees inexplicably—start tasting like fall and the eventual return of winter. Summer isn't just about waiting for the snow to start again.Photo: Ian GreenwoodOccasionally, I'll wander