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Cream Cheese Hero Snow Gloriousness

I hadn't realized it was spring yet.  
Only Yesterday,  we were freezing standing in the cold skiing knee deep powder.
That was yesterday, right?
Today my face is on fire and I am sweating.  
The sky is a stunning blue. the kind of blue that makes you go ride the North Ridge Triple for the  Optimum Tanning Angle. The sky is goggle tan blue.
You know it, you can feel it coming.  Your cheeks, no longer bitten by frost, are on fire from the reflection of the snow onto your face. Your lips are chapped. your fingernails peeling and chipping and ... damn it.
We ride the Canyon Quad, because its midweek and we can today. Also, because there was sun on Double Dipper all day. And it is freaking glorious.
Not the knee deep powder kind of glorious, or the groomed to the nines while we've got the perfect wax glorious, or the soft powder bumps with large scrappy bits in random places glorious,
This was the cream cheese hero snow greatness. Soft, instant mashed potato snow, That with a lit…

Be a Wild Woman

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"Go out in the woods, go out.   If you do not go out in the woods,  nothing will ever happen  and your life will never begin."  - Clarissa Pinkola Estes,  Women Who Run With the Wolves


I came across this book several years ago, as I was in the process of choosing whether or not to drop out of graduate school and move to Killington full time.   Estes wrote stories of women, not as they had been passed down and changed through the ages, but as they originally were.  These were stories of women who lived with the changing of the seasons, who spent time with their hands in the dirt and were connected to the Earth Mother.  Stories where women were wise and nothing about which to be fearful. Women were not witches or bitches, but instead strong and powerful.  
It was these women I wanted to be.  I did not want to walk upon cement, but feel the mud squishing in between my toes. I would rather know every book and cranny of the forest than how to maneuver the streets of the big apple.  
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I Should Always Ski - Shouldn't I??

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I shouldn't have gone today.
I realize. I get that. I could barely figure out how to put my skins on, never mind how to move forward. 
But it had snowed. Not like a foot or anything, but enough that the plow guy had come and I had to shovel. Actually, I probably could have just blown it away. That kind of snow. The fluffy, gorgeous kind that you can never get enough of. I had to go. What kind of ski bum would I be if I didn't?
Oh I soooo shouldn't have. The only food I had managed to keep down over the past 24 hours was a yogurt, simple white crackers and a few sips of flat ginger ale.  And that had only been recently. I was kinda wobbly. I was more than a bit fuzzy in the head. I was going skiing anyways.

Now with my twisted logic, I reason that skinning will be the easiest. The best choice.   Cause when you are completely dehydrated, going on a four mile solo ski tour through the Vermont woods is definitely the safest choice.   It was all I could do to slide one foot in …