Okay, not really a mountain adventure. Jered and I were out at his house looking through his closet for forgotten treasures when he pulled out his snowboarding gear. Of course I grabbed them all, pulled them on clumsily, and demanded he photograph me. He then proceeded to try and persuade me to someday venture out and embrace the snow with him. I laughed. He frowned. It was a heartbreaking scene. Truly. Perhaps a few years in Chicago will change my mind. And some pocket hand warmers. But for now I’ll just play dress-up and make ridiculous faces.