As in any other sport, or life in general, there are good days and bad days.
Sometimes a good time can still be had on those other days.
Some of the best days on the mountain can spawn from days that could have easily been written off.
We get stoked at the start of each season.
People driving hours to ski a few shitty rails in the rain or fog.
What happens to that stoke when we get deeper into the season?
At some point the season will end.
We’ll be left with the long period that connects closing day to the start of next season.
Remember those good days, but don’t grow to expect them.
Don’t let yourself become calloused toward the otherwise un noteworthy days.
Stack some days with the squad and make some memories.
Hang onto those skiing memories and let them help you slide into sweet nostalgic dreams.
Don’t sweat it, winter will be here soon, and the world will make sense again…
