Man, it has been way to long since I updated my blog. My apologies for any of you who are still tuning in! There has been a lot of life lived in the last few months since my last post in August. Kids have started another school year. Job drama out the yin yang. I had two screen printing side jobs that I quit by replacing them with money earned from an online Amazon store. My wife and I quit our job and made a temporary home in another state. We took a couple of relaxing vacations, and spent A LOT of time with family.
That brings me to my thought for today.
Snow skiing has been an integral part of my formation in who I am as a person. I grew up in the flatlands of Kansas where there WAS NO skiing, but I was fortunate to be in a family that loved the mountains. My parents would drive us out to Colorado for long weekends in the Rockies, skiing in Summit County at places like Breckenridge, Copper Mountain, Keystone, and Arapahoe Basin. As my sister and I got older, we began joining other families and friends and would travel further south down to Wolf Creek which is in Southwestern Colorado. We began to really enjoy this southernly trip as the scenery was amazingly beautiful and the snow was unbelievably incredible.
The Wolf Creek Ski Resort sits atop Wolf Creek pass on a highway between South Fork and Pagosa Springs, Colorado. Nestled at the top of the Continental Divide, this little gem is situated in such a way that when the storms blow in, they get trapped overhead and just dump snow for days on end. It is normal for this amazing skiers paradise to get 400+ inches annually of deep white powder! With over 50% of the mountain devoted to Advanced and Expert level terrain, it is a technicalphile’s wet dream.
It just so happened that my wife grew up skiing at Wolf Creek as well. When we began having children we decided that we wanted them to learn to ski at Wolf Creek. A few years ago, we took them for their first time and after the initial apprehension they took to it like all little children do. This year was our third time to take them. We stayed in Pagosa Springs for our week in Colorado and with there being so much to do, we opted to only ski for one day. Just enough to keep the appetite alive, and not enough to get worn out.
The week before we arrived in Pagosa, Wolf Creek received 6.5 FEET OF SNOW. Yes, you read that right 78″ OF SNOW. This video is a similar snowfall in 2014. Ridiculous right?
The boys spent the morning taking a refresher course with the ski school while I got a few relaxing runs in. But, the afternoon… This is why we wanted to start our children early… The joy I had of skiing with my children was wonderful! Watching the joy in their faces as they navigated the mountain. The frustration that they felt as they fell. The triumph they felt when they made it to the bottom. Such a wonderful thing.
Skiing has always been more than a sport or hobby for me. It is almost akin to a spiritual experience. Gliding thru deep powder, navigating thru trees, becoming familiar with the mountain. The rich, bright blue of the sky, the white tops of the mountain set against it, the thick green of the tree tops jutting out against the white snow, the rocky outcroppings pinned up against the side of steep drop offs. The experience of being able to effortlessly glide thru the majesty of the mountains and use all five senses while doing so is like nothing else in this world.
I am happy that my own children have begun to get bit by the bug. They are starting to sense the wonder of it all. That makes me happy.
Life has a way of defining itself at 11,000 feet above sea level. I suggest you go and let the mountain push some definition into your life.