Does anyone else get kinda emotional this time of year looking at photos of or thinking about summertime? Don't get me wrong I love a good winter hike, just went snowshoeing and it was gorgeous, but seeing pics of verdant green alpine meadows and flowers fills me with such a yearning to hike, climb and look at nature that will be unfulfilled for months. I miss it. On the plus side, it motivates me to plan for the summer and hit the ground running. How do you cope?