At last
Queue up your Etta James. (RIP)
Because that's what went running through my mind and out of my mouth on my second run down the mountain today at Squaw. After a tentative first run rife with concern for my jenky knee, gloom over the lack of snow driving in, low-grade anxiety over the quality of the conditions - I found my mojo. Confidence replaced hesitancy, focus replaced doubt and like that my skis found their line as the mountain embraced me.
At last....
It was a long time coming but finally, on February 16, on a bluebird day still flush with the effects from the 12" of fresh on Sunday and Monday, my ski season began.
At last
My love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song.
Because that's what went running through my mind and out of my mouth on my second run down the mountain today at Squaw. After a tentative first run rife with concern for my jenky knee, gloom over the lack of snow driving in, low-grade anxiety over the quality of the conditions - I found my mojo. Confidence replaced hesitancy, focus replaced doubt and like that my skis found their line as the mountain embraced me.
At last....
It was a long time coming but finally, on February 16, on a bluebird day still flush with the effects from the 12" of fresh on Sunday and Monday, my ski season began.
At last
My love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song.
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