I put on my ski boots yesterday.
When I started skiing I was so hungry to progress, desperate for every turn.
My longest stints have been three or four months.
I think that applies to a lot of skiers.
But this year our resorts closed the second weekend of March.
Id planned on a long spring of big backcountry missions and slushy spring days with friends.
Instead, I couldnt buy peanut butter or toilet paper at the grocery store for a couple of months.
Maybe thats not true for everyone.
Here in the States, that spring of uncertainty led into a long summer of incompetence.
But I woke up a few mornings ago to snow in the mountains and frost in the yard.
Yesterday I put on my ski boots and they still fit.
This next run is going to be awesome.
I am still a skier.
We are still skiers.
Nothing has ever been guaranteed in skiing, and nothing ever will be.
Maybe this season will feel the same, maybe it will be wildly different.
It doesnt really matter though.
If the resorts shut down again, well haul some PVC up a hill and practice our switchups.
