I step out of the car. It’s colder here than I thought it would be. Of course it is; it’s February and Mill Creek sits at nearly 5,000 feet. Fortunately I have a puffy jacket in the back seat and put it on — not my first choice for this ride, but better than the only alternative, a t-shirt.

I feel silly for forgetting. It’s easy to forget about things like seasons down the hill. It’s why I try to get up in these mountains as often as I can. It never seems to be often enough.

I know it’s been too long this time. I can’t tell you exactly how long it’s been in terms of days or…