I Should Always Ski - Shouldn't I??

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 front of the other, barely moving forward but advancing just the same.  

Minutes turned into really long minutes.

I should have been out of the woods by now.  

Then my brain completely zoned out. 

I saw trees.

I saw snow.

I saw snowshoe hare prints.

I saw everything.

I did not see my spirit animal.

But I am pretty sure I was close.

What I should never have done was ski down.  

In gloriously gorgeous powder.

Through the trees.

In gloriously gorgeous untracked powder.

I will admit that might have been a super dangerously bad idea.

Ha!

Who am I kidding??

Today was freaking awesome!!

I am a ski bum.

I should always ski.

May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains Within You, Merisa