I don’t wear knee pads every time I go telemark skiing, but when it’s early in the season and the stumps and rocks are more exposed than usual, I never leave home without them. My friend Matt is the same way. On this recent day, however, he forgot to put them on before we started skinning, which left him exposed and cold at the top when he made amends. Reminder heeded. As an aside, I am writing this with the sun shining like an orb outside my window, sheepishly coveting a return to frigid days that turn your fingers numb.