We skiers spend so much of our life up in the snowy mountains. It’s our gym, our cafe, and our church. Two friends of mine were married ten years ago in a treed glade adjacent to the ski-hill, and yesterday a bunch of us gathered in the same spot, had a few drinks around a fire, and celebrated their time together, and this wonderful life we share.
The forecast was calling for a dusting, and there looked to be only a couple of cm on my truck, but it was snowing and the the snow report was advertising 13cm. It was high density snow, but made for effortless powder carving, and with no crowds and the visibility getting better by the hour, I skied all day.