This is what I’ve been saying lately when I go down the mountain. It’s never too late to change your mind. I’m kind of biting off of a line that Ayrton Senna said in a documentary I watched about him. I guess its one thing to drive a race car and another thing entirely to ski.
Ski season has been going fairly well. Actually really well. I’m much more physically fit that I have been in ages so I’ve been doing some really difficult stuff this season. The steeper, the more fun for me, I guess.
Yesterday’s trip to Killington was the comedy ski trip of the season. There is always one. One fantastic one, one cold one, one melted one, a couple of average ones and one comedy ski trip. On this one, I got a very weirdly presented bacon, egg and cheese sandwich with much too much bacon sticking out of the sides of my sandwich. I nearly took a photo. Then I went to a lot of my favorite trails in Killington, just to find them closed.
Then I went on a lift with a stopover in the middle. I could have gotten off, but there were a bunch of serious looking ski racer kids on a trail that I could have easily skied on being that a lot of the blacks were closed. Anyway, while on this weird lift, my ski pole got stuck and broke cleanly in half. My other ski pole was bent in the process, so I got to ski down and buy new ones for the budget price of $80. THREE sets of ski poles gone this season. THREE. The ski gods apparently have something against me having ski poles.
It was overall a good day at Killington, which is a place that has seen some great skiing out of me. And some godawful skiing out of me too. But boy do they bring it with the views: