It was June in Tahoe. The birds were out, green had taken over where white had once been, and river rafting season had officially started. People were abuzz with talk of biking, hiking, and floating. This was the end of my first season devoted to snowboarding and I wasn’t quite sure that I wanted it to be over.
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