This week might qualify as some kind of a marathon. I was out late four nights this week, including last night when I got to Back Bay station at midnight, got home, set the alarm for 4am and then returned to Back Bay station to take my bus to go skiing.
Obviously, tonight I will get a really good night’s sleep. So, where was I so eager to go this morning? Sunday River, a resort I like and have been to a couple of times over the years. Thing is though, I’ve been there when it has been beautiful and blue skies as far as the eye can see. Today, well, today that was not the case.
Today the place was covered in fog. Thick, heavy fog that makes for great photos but not great skiing. Added to that, it was snowing, which again, would stand to reason would be good for skiing related endeavors, but in reality the snow piles up into what I like to call “a hell” or “the hell” — MOGULS.
Let’s backtrack. My blog, my rules. Anyway, so a couple of years ago, I went skiing with a friend of mine who is from Arabian climates and is of an Arabian temperament. He thought that the mere act of putting on the skis would confer the ability to ski upon him, or something. That’s not exactly how it works and he explained to me that skiing was like “a hell” for him. Since then I’ve adopted the similar expression for myself with respect to moguls. Like “a hell” for me. The whole mountain was covered in the hell today.
But as usually happens when I’m skiing, my attitude changed. Instead of being stuck in my “just strictly alpine” for me style, I decided to actually learn to ski the bumps. I usually keep my form pretty tight, but today to try to navigate the moguls, I loosened up a lot and changed my form. I loosened up my arms and legs. I let my mind go and my body followed. Dare I say it — skiing “the hell” was actually nice. So nice in fact that I decided to do it twice.
And of course, we cannot forget about those views. THOSE VIEWS: