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Going Through the Motions: Just Put Your Skis On!!

I pull my ski socks up as high and smooth as they can go over my long-johns
and reach over to grab my ski pants.
Nah, not those ones.
I want the black ones.

Next, I grab whatever jacket is within reach
(my black Mammut puffy)
and kinda reluctantly throw everything else onto the bench.

All my black stuff.
Too bad it wasn't sunny enough for my blackout lens.

Damn it.

I don't really want to go.
You know,
To the mountain.
To go skiing.
I've tried everything to get out of it.

Vespi & I drove to Pico to see if we could skin from the bottom,
But i ripped my skins yesterday and had no desire to repeat the experience.

I hiked Ramshead with Vespi.

I ate the leftover chili
for no reason
other than i needed something else to do besides ski.

I contemplated the whiskey,
But I had to work this afternoon and I am a dork.
I vacuumed the house.
That's when I knew I really just needed to get my stupid ass out there and go.

Cause the skiing is actually pretty damn good.

I don't really want to g…

The Skier's Grin Return: It's the First Week of the Ski Season at Killington!!

It is here!!
It is here!!
After what seems likes months of waiting
(cause, like it totally is)
The first days of skiing are finally upon us :) So, I was kindof a mess on the way there.
The whole Thursday afternoon opening meant I missed the first day in like years and was more than a little pissed off.
A day of skiing and I missed it?!?!

But it was okay.
I can be calm and accept missing a day on snow.
Especially since I was trying to be polite and NOT hike up before the year started.
Serves me right.
Always take snow when you can get it,
Right? So who cares about Thursday
(and not just because we got schmoozed with a free hat)

But because the mountain was open,
Everyone was bouncing in their boots just waiting on line.
People were smiling
And once again,
No one in this town had a care in the world
-- except SKIING!!!!! So we ride up the gondola
then we hike down the stairway

To hear the all too familiar
Click Click
As my heels attach themselves int…

Screw Apples, Pumpkins and Football. I Have to Get my Ski Gear Ready!!

For most normal people in society,
Fall means trips to the apple orchard,
The carving of pumpkins,
The end of baseball
And the beginning of the football season.

Sure, apple pie and acorn squash are delicious
when covered in Vermont Cheddar and
drowned in maple syrup from my neighbors.

And it is totally fun to run through waist deep leaves
piled up by the swirly winds of late October
And take photographs of brightly colored leaves
Which oftentimes seem to be in an over-exuberant abundance

But for me
- and I presume a few other dedicated souls -
Fall is about one thing and one thing only:
Ski Season.

The are Questions for Mother Nature:
When will the temps change?
When will twig season begin?
When will the snow finally fall?
When will ski season start?

There are Questions for the Resort:
When will the snowmakers begin to blow?
When will my pass be ready?
When will the mountain be open?
When will ski season start?

The are Questions for Me:
When will my new AT bindings get mounted?

The Magic Man: My Eulogy for My Dad, Steven M Sherman

"He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up."
-J.M.Barrie. Peter Pan in Kensington Garden 

Someway, Somehow
Against all the odds of Stage IV Rectal Cancer,
My dad seemed to somehow fly above the possible
And wandered into the realm of the impossible.
Not only did my dad physically endure his treatments,
During off treatment weeks he seemed to thrive,
Smiling and laughing and celebrating what life surrounded him.

At Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center,
My dad was known as "The Magic Man"

But I already knew my dad was magical.
He shared this magic with my mother, my sister and me Every single day of our lives.

Someway, Somehow
We lived in an Enchanted dream world,
Where fields held dreams
and winters were wonderlands.
Where happily ever afters were always possible,
Even when common sense told us they couldn't be.

And as all of you are here,
I know he must have shared a little of his magic with you.

Someway, Somehow
each one of us became part of his family.
He tried to he…

A Ski Bum's Wedding Blessing: A Reading for the Marriage of Kelly and Tucker

For Kelly & Tucker
May Your Days be Filled with Powder,
And Mountains,
And Snow.

May You Find Joy and Happiness
Wherever it is your skis may go.

May You Make Warmth for Each Other
When You are Stuck on the Lift

May You always have skis, hats,
Sunglasses or jackets as a time treasured gift.

May You Help the Other to Smile,
When the last run has made them frown

May You Find Joy in Earning Your Turns
As Well as Ripping them on the way down.

May You Find Freedom in the Spaces
Rather than stare at the trees

May you Have snow up to her belly,
Well, at least, up to his knees.

May you Remember to do Laundry
During the big powder week

May you take the time to cherish nature
When into the woods you go to sneak.

May You find a way to compromise
When one goes left, the other skis right

May You Never be the couple in the liftline
Having that super huge annoying fight.

May You Laugh Right out Loud
At the other's super big Yard Sale

May You Find a Smile Years Later
When once again you hear the tale

May You Help Each Othe…

Let the Dreams Begin!! (otherwise titled: Where are my Glove Liners?!)

Time is rolling toward the beginning of August,
And although my friends are still lounging
Basking in the sun on beachy shores,
I am here.
In Vermont.

Where the Dreams Have Started. The weather in the mountains has changed.

Hoodies return to their place of honor
(at least at the ends of the day)

A day spent paddling in sixty degree rain
Is followed by a wicked cup of hot cocoa
Topped with marshmallows meant for the campfire.

We snuggle together in bed
as the cold wind from the open window
Brushes across goose pimpled skin.

But it is not quite cold enough for me. So we wait...
until after dinner.

Halfway up the mountain,
The breeze picks up
The temps begin to plummet.

As the sun sets in the sky,
The summer weather goes with it
And I can smell the changing of the season.

We have timed our hike perfectly,
Summiting just as the sun dips behind the ridge.

And I realize

- gleefully -

That is is
As we descend in the darkness,
Guided only be headlamp
And the pull of two leashed dogs,
I add a long sleeve wool ba…

Skiing in June in Vermont

No matter how many days you ski,
how little snow there is,
how many bugs are there,
and how psychotic people believe you to be....

Skiing in Vermont in June

is one of the best experiences a Skier can have. May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains Within You

Rain in May is the Saddest Rain of All

I sit in the darkness
on a pillow on the ground
And all I can hear is the rainiest of sounds

It's pouring off the roof,
and Puddling up in the garden
The Sky it is glowing
...and perhaps, so we hope, by at least Monday it will be snowing

But I know,
without pictures, and images and statuses
That the horriblest of horribles
is outside right now happening.

We are so close to June,
I've got the bugbites to prove it
Somehow I thought it could last forever
And that we would never lose it.

But even in the dark,
I know what is happening
The runoffs are full,
and the water is moving

And the sound of the rain,
that in the heat of July I will cheer for
mirrors the ache in my heart
and my dreams that are drowning

For the time is upon us,
the end it is near
winter cannot stay forever,
i know, i know

but we were gonna be open in June this year!!

I feel like the Yanks in 1994,
As the SOX stole the fall classic
All I can do is close my eyes
and hang my head in the dugout

I don't stand a chance
the snow is leaving so fas…

A Trip to Tuckerman Ravine: One Ski Dog's Story

Humans are sooooo slow.
I have already taken my after breakfast nap,
and they are still getting their boots on,
and organzing all the extra stuff they have to bring.
Humans always need so much stuff.

Wait, there's my leash...
it's time to go puppy skiing!!
Oh right, I remember this place.
We won't be skiing for a while.
But it's okay, there are so many different sniffs on this trail.
I can't decide what's more interesting,
all the different people or...

oh great,
a golden retiever puppy is coming up behind us.
please don't jump on me.

We don't have to hike with them,
right, mom?
Cause you love me more, right?
pet ME!!
Another pit stop while they change from skins into crampons,
I will have to remember to keep my paws away from them.
As I sniff around, I remember...
this is the mountaineering trail to the top,
where the super sweet sniffies are.
I remember last time we were here there was a sweet spot to howl from,
I hope that is where we are going this ti…

The Rut Days of April: The Fear of the End Begins

The snow is solid and hard
The grooming is flat and fast.
The ungroomed is immovable.

The bumps are soft and sunny.
The snow is fresh and sticky.
The corn is stale and slushy.

It rains.
It snows.
It's summer.
It's midwinter.

It is April.

And there are only two months left.
I want the sun to come out.
I want the snow to soften up
so we can hammer out some soft spring bumps.

I want to ski
all day
every day.

But I don't want the sun to come out.
I want it to be winter forever.
so we can ski knee deep powder in the trees.

I want to ski,
all day
every day.
But I am exhausted.

Exhausted from trying to make ski days out of fourteen hour work days.
Exhasuted from wanting to ski and not being able to.
Exhausted from skiing and needing to sleep.
Exhausted from the fear that the ski season will soon be over.

And the tears start to fall.
I want the sun to come out.
I want the snow to soften up
so we can hammer out some soft spring bumps.

I want to ski
all day
every day.

But I don't want the sun to come out.
I wa…

#OmniTen Weekend: The Video

Way Back in December, Columbia Sportswear sent me and nine other ski bums to the Canyons Resort in Park City, Utah for a RealWorld style weekend of product testing, a little bobsledding...and of course, powder skiing!!

A Tale of Two Killingtons or A Powder Day in March

Most everyone knows One Killington.
We experience it every day,
the rush for first cabin in the morning,
the dodge ball scene in the afternoon,
and the infamous tailgate parties that fill bay after bay.

As the sun comes,
so does the red bull type behavior,
from seeing how few turns it takes to fly down Superstar
to throwing random 7's off the Bittersweet headwall
From top to bottom runs down Low Rider through the bumped up woods,
to fist pumping at the Pickle until someone gets fist pumped in the face
everyone has a One Killington.
and it is awesome.
But there is another Killington.
One where you can hear a ski drop and lose it softly in the snow.
One where there is no race for the powder,
but a peaceful enjoyment of the fluff underneath your feet.
It is the quiet Killington.
The one that barely anybody knows.
No one except the groomers,
the snowmakers...
and the skinners.
Our alarms go off around 5:45 to 6:15 in the morning
depending on how far from the mountain we live.
Slowly but surely, the c…