I love Vancouver. Even during a "snow storm" it's warm enough to rock a hoodie. I was pretty stoked to see so much white on the ground this morning, but my stoke was somewhat dissipated by scraping my car off and then inching along in my metal coffin with all the rest of the worker bees. Snow is nice on the eyes, but belongs in the mountains. On days when I can go to the mountains. With blue bird skies.
Awesome
Not awesome
Awesome
Not awesome