We haven’t gotten much snow in Monument so far this year, it’s a happy and sad kind of thing for me. I don’t mind snow, but on the other hand, I enjoy the easy mobility of getting around and going places without worrying about the weather. I am also not subjected to the complaining about it either in my house or on social media. I love weather, all kinds of weather, that’s why I live here. I don’t love hearing or reading people’s complaints about it all the time.
So anyway, today I’m thankful for powder, and lots of snow in the mountains. We don’t have any ski trips planned until Christmas time. Doug always takes me skiing for my birthday. Sometimes there’s enough snow to go, sometimes there really isn’t but we ski the three or four runs open anyway.
It isn’t even Thanksgiving yet and already more lifts are open than usually are by New Year’s Day. And that is much to be thankful for. I would imagine ski area operators are a thousand times more thankful than I am.
I love living in Colorado. Doug is more ambivalent about it. But then, Doug leans into ambivalence anyway. In my mind, there isn’t a more perfect place to raise a family. We may not live here once the boys are grown and on their own, but that is many years off for us. Beck is only in fourth grade.
Hand-in-hand with my love of living here is my love of skiing. I love it. Everything about it. I could ski every day. I’m not an extreme skier, I ski the runs I’m comfortable on; I let the boys talk me into going through the terrain parks at least a few times a day, jumps still scare me, but I make myself do them anyway.
Three years ago? Was it three years? I can’t remember. I tore my ACL skiing. The year that followed was hell for me. I sat in the lodge while Doug and the boys skied. Absolute hell. I’m not much of a sitter anyway, but to have to sit while they were out doing something my body itched to do? Double-hell.
Last year was the first year I felt as though I was back all the way. I worked hard at conditioning my body for skiing and when I got out there, I reaped the rewards of the hard work. Most days Doug and I were still on the slopes after the boys went into the lodge to rest. Ha! That was a great feeling.
So I’m still many days away from our first ski trip this year, but I watch those snow reports, making plans anyway. Yearning.
Crested Butte Powder Pic from this morning. See? Yearning.
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