As Refreshing As It Sounds
You wake up to the familiar scent of pine and fresh vegetables, but no recollection of how or why you were asleep in the first place. You’re in a rustic cabin, feet bound, reminiscent of a failed mission two decades earlier. Some less-experienced spies might panic, but you’ve been here before. You manage to get your hands and legs free, grab a snowboard and head to the door of the cabin. You start your descent down the mountain. As you rush towards the base, feeling the cool Sierra air breathe life into your lungs, you think “The Sierras are nice this time of year.”It tastes kind of like that.