This was an amazing ski season. It made up for the ski season in 2014, which featured three rain filled ski trips and one ski trip where the snow felt more like sand.
This ski season was out of control great. I fell down six times in 14 ski trips and those six falls only happened in one ski trip featuring my arch nemesis, THE HELL — moguls. And those moguls were skied at Killington, a mountain with which I actually share as personal of a relationship as one can share with a prehistoric rock formation.
In this ski season, I also skied down a black trail in a straight line with minimal turns and skied a double black trail. Truth be told, the double black was similar to other blacks I have skied at other resorts. But my god, was that thing ever steep.
I realized today that I ski for a lot of different reasons and none of them have anything to do with thrill seeking. I aim to ski well, meaning with good form. I try to always keep my skis parallel. I also ski to clear my mind because sometimes it is full of useless thought that run around in my mind for much too long. I also ski to have a feeling of accomplishment. Getting to the bottom of that double black trail left me with a huge sense of accomplishment, that I’ve been able to do in a sport that I took up four years ago. Four years ago, I thought I would be skiing greens forever and then maybe a blue. Skiing a black seemed impossible, double black for crazy people. But somehow here we are.
These photos are from a wonderful resort called Sugarbush. A couple of them are from an area called Heaven’s Gate, which is my favorite place to ski anywhere. I guess once I visit some fancy European ski area, my opinion will change, but right now, that is my favorite.
Also, when I ski, I still can’t get over the beauty of the area. The mountain in Vermont, even though I’ve been going there to ski for a couple of years are absolutely breathtaking. I always think “this is just nature’s work. All nature’s work.”