Grouse opened, and so did Saint Sauveur, and theres snow in the backcountry.
On Sunday at St. Bruno it was hard not to get caught up in the fever.
It manifests itself in the semi-frantic way in which skiers attack the terrain theyve been allowed access to again.
Its the kind of feeling that also produces inflated metaphors and tedious hyperboles about skiing-as-raison detre.
Somebody jeered at him from the back of the crowd and he moved on.
The ensuing session was hectic, and completely gratifying.
It was like a release of collective energy none of us realized wed been repressing.
C-Bo was there, in the sort of cosmic twist Im becoming increasingly receptive to.
Paw goggles to the world.
Just dont go preaching the virtues, you fucking weirdos.
So anyway, its mid-November and the season is on.
