The Magical Ski Day
As far as I’m concerned, any day you ski out West is a great day.
But some days are better than others. You don’t always get ideal conditions, or ideal weather.
But on some days, everything seems to come together.
Where the sky is so unbelievably blue, it almost hurts the eyes to look at.
Where trees are transformed into surreal ghosts…
Where the snow is perfect, and the ski runs are steep…
Where lift lines are non-existent, and you pretty much have the whole hill to yourself…
Where ice-crystals play tricks on you, creating brilliant sun-dogs that hang suspended in mid-air, just beyond your reach…
Where you feel on top of the world. Ready to launch yourself into infinity.
Yep. These are Magical Ski Days.
Enjoy them when you can. Because they don’t happen too often.
I’ve been skiing for 40 years, and I’ve experienced maybe 2 or 3 in my life.
This was one of them, which I was lucky enough to share with Friar’s Mom.
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