To Us and Our Good Fortune!

this past friday i visited our friendly neighborhood ski resort Sundance. It was splendid. Steven showed me a few new trails I'd never considered before. They were not really trails. We just bumped off the trail randomly and went straight into the forest. It was splendid I tell you. Plowing through the snow where not many others had gone before. Ahead of you your view is obscured by trees. You see board paths veer right and left and straight ahead. Quickly you choose a way. Your goggles fog and your face gets hot. Your breath becomes stressed and ragged. You cant see the path. You are lightning. You are speed and agility combined with a trace of euphoria. A tree looms. It moves into the foggiest spot in your vision. You dodge by throwing your self against your back foot. Your board revolves quickly but continues to translate toward the dense pine trunk. Pushing for resistance you hope and pray. With inches to give you jump and switch to toeside. Quickly reversing to heelside to avoid the next tree. You pass the tree but cannot squeeze past the next one. You bail into the snow. Head down you spin around and plant the board. Snow has creeped into your skivvies and up your jacket. Continuing on with gravity at your side you pass stumps and dead trees at astonishing speed. The real trail is ahead but is blocked by a rope. You cant ski through it. You preserve your speed and head uphill to get around the rope. No good, you bail and it snows again on the inside of your shell. You get up goofy and aim for the rope. Close but no good, half a biff while passing under the trail marker. No one saw except Suzy, Youre good. Another good memory to daydream about while taking notes in american heritage.