Ski. Ski. Ski.
My mind is wrapped around it right now, maybe because the season is just around the corner. Maybe because I just bought some new skis at the ski swap in Jackson. Maybe it’s the snow in the forecast. I look forward to skiing this year more than the last two. Last year was the year I mostly learned to telemark. Jenn too. Now that we’re moving toward being able to successfully enjoy a ski run rather than just survive it, we’re a little more excited about the arrival of ski season.
And yet we don’t want it to arrive too soon. Last year I skied in June. That’s how long we have snow enough to slide around on. So there’s really no rush. December would be fine. Cold weather without snow means ice climbing and plenty of friction for rock climbing.
I am teaching a ski fitness class starting on Tuesday. That has me thinking about skiing too. Getting the quads and hamstrings and back nice and strong for the season. And being fit for backcountry tours, heading a few miles in toward a peak or bowl to climb up then ski down. I can’t wait to speed down the hill, drop into a turn, spray up some powder and blur the winter white palette of white and green and blue. I’ll probably also face plant, get snow up my sleeves and down my shirt and give myself a limp for a week or two. Whatever awaits, i’m ready. Snow is in the forecast. Probably not enough for skiing yet. But it’s coming. Let’s go.
Remind me in April, when i’m begging for summer, that I asked for this!
