Flashes of Panic

Well, twenty-four hours later (with some breaks, I’ll admit) there are still white flakes coming down, but no longer the it’s-going-to-be-going-for-a-few-more-hours type. The question in my mind now is, how fast will it melt? Or, to put a finer point on it, will I be caching this weekend, or skiing? A lot of the ski areas—including both of my favorites, the ones that groom for skating—have already closed for the season. Maybe I should be snowshoeing for caches?