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 want it to be winter forever.
so we can ski knee deep powder in the trees.

I want to ski,
all day
every day.

Soon we will be trading
Hot Chocolate for Margaritas
Dark Colored Puffies for Day Glo Windstopper
Knee High Snow Boots for Cute little Flip Flops.
Warm Wooly Hats for Baseball Caps
Ski Poles for Paddles,
Ski Boots for...



I can't say it.
I am not ready for it to go.
Skiing is my Drug,
I need it.
It calls me.

Sometimes with the beautiful voice of a siren,
others with the evil cackle of a demon.

But I will always answer.

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.

Please, please,
let the snow hold up as long as possible.
I need to get in like sixty more days or so.

I've got some nice, cold margaritas waiting for me in the parking lot.

May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains Within You.