For a mountain girl, I certainly didn't seem to be in any big rush to get up there on the mountain. I had been here a week before I actually put on skis. And it was short-lived adventure, at that. The lift ride was pleasant enough....until I popped up over the valley wall and a blast of arctic air tried to freeze my face off. Everything was white, snow was blowing sideways, and I promptly took the most direct route to the gondola and shuttled myself back home.
Tough little mountain girl I am not, apparently.
But today I got a second chance at a first run, and it was glorious.
Fresh snow, bluebird skies, and a new friend with enough knowledge of the mountain to keep me from accidentally getting in over my head. What more could a girl ask for? Well, a little stop at the crepe cart for a snack didn't damper my spirits any, that's for sure. But numb toes did.
"You take yourself with you wherever you go." You also take your faulty, ill-fitting equipment. My boots and I have never had a good relationship, so today was the day I saw fit to rectify the situation with some boot therapy. After roughly two hours, and $200 I am measurably more content with my boots. We may need a few more follow-up sessions, but I think we are on the path to a long and happy relationship....or at least a season of tolerance.
It feels so good to finally be taking advantage of the beautiful outdoor gym in my new backyard (though my quads may disagree). I could have been out there sooner, but I don't think it could have been any better than today. Its going to be a great season.