Then came a few years as a starving student, followed by marriage, work, a mortgage and kids. For more years than I care to think about, I suppressed what used to be a huge part of my life, knowing that however much I wanted to, I couldn't justify the time or money on myself. Later on, I had no desire to drive that far every weekend, or get on the treadmill of annual equipment upgrades for three kids, not to mention being trapped on the bunny hill for years.
It's funny how short a time 24 years can be. In some ways, it's like it was yesterday, even though it was more than half a lifetime ago. I have thoroughly fallen off the wagon, immediately after getting a 2014-2015 pass.
Christmas day was busier on the hill than I expected, although lineups were only a few minutes long thanks to the high speed detachable quads. Conditions were finally getting decent, although I still nailed a rock or two. The nice thing about buying used skis is that I don't give a rat's ass about the base, so I just ski on them instead of obsessing about their condition.
With 59cm of snow since then, tomorrow should be the first decent day of the season for me. The forecast is for -10C in the morning, so considering the number of people with hangovers, the hill shouldn't be overly busy until sometime after my legs turn into spaghetti. I'm debating taking the 16 year old down the Cliff for the first time if it is clear.
I'm still chasing the perfect turn. The newer skis are shorter and more forgiving in moguls and crud, which both seem easier than I remember. That is a real blessing, given my advancing years. At least by losing 30+ pounds this year before buying our passes, I have a fighting chance of keeping up with the kids. So far, so good - I've outlasted them every day so far.
While he is a dirty filthy pagan snowboarder shredhead, the oldest boy takes after me in that he too is a raging powder-hound. Instead of staying up all night gaming on New Years Eve like he does every year, he's planning on getting a decent night's sleep and wake up early with me on Jan 1. His younger brothers are gobsmacked over this development. They'll be gaming on the PCs until the sun rises, and likely head to bed after we leave for the hill.
The skis were freshly waxed tonight, and are waiting by the door. Only ten hours to go.
I don't do resolutions, but I'm pretty happy with how 2014 turned out in the end. I hope to be able to keep on treating life as something to be lived to the fullest, which is something I was missing for too many years.
Have a happy new year everyone. May your powder be deep and your skies sunny and clear.
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