Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Mountain Song

I learned to ski living in Utah.

This is back before I let fear rule.

Before I became terrified of heights.

Honestly, I don't know if I could ski anymore.

I haven't been since I was in my early 20's. I would love to try again, but that FEAR of getting hurt or worse takes over, and I haven't gone again.

But once upon a time, I would fly down the mountains of several different resorts.

 I would go to Park City with my parents.

 If I went with my friends it was either Snowbird

or Alta,

because the ski bus ran to there

. No matter where we went, it was always pristine, fresh powder.

It spoiled me for skiing anywhere else.

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