In preparation for the October 17- 20, 2013 ski show, I took a little ride out to the hills this week-end. Soggy (still in rain boots, not ski boots) and a buck hiding in the trees near the base. No snow.
Fingers crossed, things will look a little different come December. Maybe like this photo I shot at Mt. Tremblant in March. Yes, I could have posted the grey, rainy pic I took while standing in a mud puddle yesterday, but why not dream a little?
Thanksgiving is certainly the perfect time for it. Time with family inevitably leads to reflection and long week-ends lend themselves to daydreams.
A little history: This ski thing all started when my father put a 4-year-old weebly-wobbly little me on skis and somehow got us both to the top of the bunny hill and back down. Ah, love.
Things progressed to my brother and I taking the lift together. Sigh, what memories! Like the time he encouraged me to stick my tongue on the frozen steel safety bar as we approached the top of the hill. (Don’t do this. Ever. But in case you have an older brother who talks you into foolishness: Cup your hands and breathe hard. If you’re lucky, the warmth of your breath will melt the frozen water sticking your tongue to the metal.)
We then advanced to balancing our 18-inch height difference on the t-bar. After mastering that bit of survival training, a lifelong love of the outdoors was born. Which brings me to this season and the future. I’ve been blessed with years of sunny days, fluffy snow and the utter joy and freedom of flying down the hill. It’s time to step up my game and give back.
This season I am challenging myself to complete the instructor’s training program and put those skills to good use. Now we just need some snow.
And you? Avid fan? Team captain? How do you give back to the sports you love?