Sunday, February 10, 2013

Warrior on the t-bar




It was one of those days on the t-bar…crazy cold, hammering sideways snow pelleting your face, limited visibility, no one up there.  The kind of day the skiing is amazing, you have the mountain to yourself & you feel like a warrior.




People give me weird looks when I tell them how much I love to ski Breckenridge. “Brecken-fridge”  “Breckenwind” they say.  It was one of those days on the t-bar today…hammering snow, sideways wind & minimal visibility.  The kind of day when (even on a Saturday) you could ski right on the lift. The snow pelleted my face, I had to focus on my fingers and toes and keep wiggling them to keep them from becoming frostbitten and numb. I glided off at the top and skied past the patrol hut. Tho I could barely see the terrain, I knew it well. I knew where to turn to avoid the rocks that were hidden under the fresh snow and how to get in to the bowl through the maze of trees and inconsistent rolls and fall-line. Down Stampede and over to Queen. My ipod chirped ridiculously upbeat tunes and kept me company and kept me energized. I did not see a soul. My legs felt loose and in-tune with the terrain that was forgiving with the new 4-5 inches of powder. My turns felt effortless as my skis snaked down the steep pitch. Every run felt better….more electric, more confident. I skied down to town and walked down Main Street to my shop with my skis on my shoulder and my goggles still on. I was coated in snow. This morning was a perfect example of why I love to ski and why I love Breckenridge…my backyard for 20 some years. 

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