Making Winter Where Really There is None

It feels like an endless celebration.
The mountain is gradually opening
One hard worked trail at a time
Making Winter where really there is none.

So we raise a glass
And then stand for one shot ski after another.
We toast a bottle of champagne
And pass around the first bottle of whiskey
- and then a misjudged second.
Making winter where really there is none.

Trail after trail as the snowmakers work it off,
Lugging hoses this way and that,
The rats and k3000s stand strong
fighting for space with the new High E mysteries
Making winter where really there is none.

The groomers take the snow that is left,
Piling up what snow they can find
and spreading it out where they can
Turning dirt into white magic
making winter where really there is none.

The lifties are chiseling snow off the chairs
cursing the snowmakers for a misaimed gun
Or the groomers for a misplaced blade
Shaking their heads in laughter at those of us who are here,
Making winter where really there is none.

Patrol is here,
Putting up ropes and dropping them,
And signs, and ribbons, and SADs and more ropes
Picking up the pieces and shaking their heads,
As the skiers push the limits of reality,
Making winter where really there is none.

So we raise a glass
And then stand for one shot ski after another.
We toast a bottle of champagne
And pass around the first bottle of whiskey
- and then a misjudged second.
Making winter where really there is none.

Then the skiers, o the skiers,
Soaring over beaten down fresh inches
Hooting and hollering down ice death cookie powder bumps
Trapped between what's open and what we dream we are skiing.
Making winter where really there is none.

We shop, and we shop, and we shop a bit more
For Snowflake necklaces and new tech bindings
The inns have their fires burning with hot cider at the bar
We're all rocking snow boots & sweet winter hats
Making winter where really there is none.

One day it could be powder,
And our souls and worries are at ease
And the next it's pouring rain.
And those days we wonder if it will ever snow again.
But we go skiing anyway & post a pic of the fun
Making winter where really there is none.

So we raise a glass
And then stand for one shot ski after another.
We toast a bottle of champagne
And pass around the first bottle of whiskey
- and then a misjudged second.
Making winter where really there is none.

When the next morning comes,
The mountain is just grass with patches of snow
The reality of life (& our hangover) settles in
It's off to work with an empty bank account
Making winter where really there is none.

It is hard and exhausting work,
This playing in what we have for snow.
But I wouldn't trade these weeks in ski town
for all the powder on the planet
There is magic in our community working together,
Making Winter, where really there is none.

So I raise my glass to you,
My friends & family of K-Town
To your efforts, to your smiles and to your souls,
Because without us, it would just be a mountain
There is magic in our community working together,
Making winter, where really there is none.

So we raise a glass
And then stand for one shot ski after another.
We toast a bottle of champagne
And pass around the first bottle of whiskey
- and then a misjudged second.
Making winter where really there is none.

Now could winter really start?
This fall season is making me crazy!!