Snow

I used to love to ski. In the winter time, I would be on the slopes as much as finances would allow. It was my passion. I was never really good at it and was never going to make the Olympics, but I loved it. The feeling of the wind rushing past you as you went flying down the side of a mountain-words can not describe it. I learned to ski at Park City, so I started off being spoiled in terms of powder and grooming. There is something about six inches at least of powder that you just whip through going down the mountain.
I was proud of the raccoon ran my goggles gave me. It was my badge of courage.
I loved the fact I could take the ski bus from the valley floor to Alta, Snowbird or Brighton (which back then offered night skiing!) and be hitting the slopes after school was way too cool.
When I was in college in New Hampshire, I used to ski at Cannon Mountain on a regular basis and would bum around New England and ski with my friends.
Skiing in New England is completely different than skiing in Utah. For one thing, it's very rocky and icy. The grade of the mountains are very different, which creates a different trajectory as you whiz down hill. I'm not saying one is better than the other, they are just different.
I had the opportunity to ski Maine, New Hampshire and Vermont. The former and latter were both great, but New Hampshire was very craggy and rocky and less enjoyable. I could see myself being a ski bum for a good chunk of my life, and it was a great way to make winter tolerable.
I had always dreamt of traveling through Europe and ski many of the places i had visited as a child, including Switzerland and Austria. I would love to try the French alps especially as I've been told that it is the european equivalent to Utah.
When I was in my 20’s, I would go to the Poconos with friends, but then life took over and I didn’t have as much free time or disposable income. Skiing took a back seat as priorities shifted. A new group of friends took hold, with different interests, and they were less outdoorsy. I haven’t been skiing since I was about 30 and I don’t know if I could relearn at my age and my size. I would love to take the kids, and we have a great place here in town (complete with tow rope!) to go and learn. Winters on the plains are long, snowy and quite insufferable. However, skiing might make it less so.

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.