It was the same time of year as it is now.
The smell of grass filled the air, street cleaners were hitting the streets and we were experiencing every type of weather you can imagine. The ski hill had been closed for a few weeks but the mountains still had lots of snow on them. Malcolm and I had not given up on skiing so we planned one more winter mission.
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