It was time to reintroduce myself to the joys of skiing, of creativity, of fun.
With a 5 a.m. wake-up call the next morning, we loaded our van and made the venture north.
By 8 a.m. we had arrived at our hotel and by 9:20 a.m. we were on the tram.
By 10 a.m. we were about ready to throw in the towel.
Conditions were about as bad as they could have been for Japan.
Thankfully Julian was there to keep the confidence up.
He is incredible for that.
(Maybe that is why he can successfully front-flip 200+ ft cliffs.)
By the end of the day we were feeling a bit more comfortable with the conditions.
But we were all wondering what we would do in the coming days.
We needed snow, a lot of snow.
Apparently the snow-gods were listening and they blessed us with a bit of a storm.
We headed out, slightly skeptical but mostly optimistic.
Right away we were getting face shots.
The new snow was deep and it didn?t seem to be letting up.
From run to run, our bootpack would be filled with new snow.
This went on all day.
We got shot after shot.
I got to ski for me again and it was extremely refreshing.
A few airs, lots of pow turns and endless smiles.
I am so grateful for this life and am so grateful for moments like this that provide the reminder.
It is easy to get caught up in the hustle and forget just how lucky we are.
Life is a blessing.
