As a kid, I spent many frigid Wisconsin winters happily plunked down in fluffy mounds of snow, carving out lopsided angels and rolling around like a snowpant-clad walrus; as an adult, I live in Los Angeles and shiver uncontrollably when the temperature dips anywhere below 70 degrees. I’ve never skied, I’ve never snowboarded, and I … Continue reading Staying Found with the WTC: “Snow” Travel