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Two inches per hour. That’s how fast the snow’s falling outside. Enough snow that, if you add serious wind, you officially have a blizzard. Luckily, the winds are moderate; the storm that my brother-in-law, Caleb, and I are driving through is the kind that sends some people straight home and others straight to the mountains. We fall into the latter group. We’re going skiing — more precisely, cat skiing on Oregon’s Mt. Bailey.