I’m not sure if I can really describe the feeling, but apparently, describing things is my thing. The first instinct you have after exiting the lift is to turn and look at the view. There are times when it is…
“Oh my god!!!” Everyone in the men’s restroom turned around and saw me, dazed, laying on the floor. But the cry of shock and come from the hallway outside; I had fallen just inside the doorway and the door still…
“What are doing?! Are you looking at your phone? Put that thing away. Oh, you were just, you were just holding up the line that’s what you were doing.” The line attendant shook his head. “People!!!!! you see that sign?…
I skied over to the bottom of the lift, timing my speed so that I could ski right past the “wait here” line and up to the loading line without stopping. Done right, you come to a smooth stop right…
“What the hell…stop!” I yelled at the lift attendant but he wasn’t paying attention. The day was warm and sunny and everyone was in a good mood; yucking it up with the liftie, most likely distracting him. The chair kept…
Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. But at 61 I felt like I was hitting on all cylinders. I can’t ski as many days as I want so when I ski, I ski a lot. 300 runs this year, minimum.…