Emily Bett Rickards Instagram – Today thousands of other Vancouverites and I, starving for vitamin D, will douse our outer shells in SPF like a badge of honour. We will prematurely dance to In the Summertime with the taste of artificial coconut filling our senses, pump our bicycle tires to full and revel in the promise of a bright summer while simultaneously the snow will slowly ghost from the mountain tops. I must confess I didn’t hit the pow, crush a blue bird, or shred the slopes at all this past winter… My closest encounter with 7th Heaven was meeting pals for their après at the very bottom of the Sea to Sky. I realize by admitting this I am putting myself in danger of having to denounce my BC citizenship and my ability to say “POW” at leisure. I can only hope that mama nature will graciously take me back to slide down at mach speeds singing Shania Twain at the mach pitch when the tops turn white again. Until then let’s promise Summer we will prune ourselves with skinny-cold-ocean-dips, chase the sound of the Entertainer and let the dogs take us on as many walks as possible.