I am not a skier, and I’ve never been one. But today was the closest I’ve ever come to the thrill of skiing through the trees, as eight of us went barreling down Plymouth Trail at Deer Creek through three inches of fresh powder. Any wildlife that was in the area was surely scared away, as our rowdy crew couldn’t contain its excitement. Hydration packs froze, snowballs formed on the bottom of our gaiters, and we occasionally slipped and sloshed about, but the smiles on our faces told the real story. These are the days where running isn’t work; it’s a blessing. As we get ready to welcome in 2014, without question today’s winter downhill will rank as one of the top running memories of 2013.