We predict the heaviest rain on south-facing slopes.

You can't predict what the weather is going to do. We might not have any rain for the next two days; we might have a ton.

It's extremely frustrating to sit around and look at the slopes and see dry grass where typically they should be covered in white. The hope is still there that we'll still be able to have a good season, at least the latter half.

The farther you go down south, the more likely it is you get into the big rain.

Periods of nostalgia are impossible to predict or explain.

Idleness is the heaviest of all oppressions.