Skiing.
Snow skiing.
Downhill snow skiing.
aka HEAVEN
But seriously, I am in love with skiing.
It's a beautiful kind of love that I share with skiing.
This love has existed ever since my stellar parents first took me night skiing on the bunny hill at Pebble Creek in Inkom, Idaho when I was 10 years old...
There is something about waking up early in the morning...putting on your ski gear...making a sandwich...driving to the ski hill...putting on your ski boots...clipping into your skis...jumping on the chairlift...and then cruising down a big open bowl...covered in freshly fallen snow...surrounded by snow covered pine tree...on a beautiful winter day...with nothing in front of you...nothing behind you.
Only you.
And the mountain.
And occasionally another skier or snowboarder.
But mostly just you and the mountain.
It is:
EXHILARATING
Sometimes your toes freeze. Sometimes your fingers freeze. Sometimes your face freezes.
But dude...that's what the LODGE is for.
Trust me.
Go sit in there for 5 or 6 minutes and you’ll be GOLDEN.
Ready to hit the slopes again with more force than ever before.
Cheers. To skiing.
:)
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