love, life, liberty and freedom to ski all the powder I want. powder coma. born under the north star. blizzard bound. slave to weather patterns. out everyday. thrive. smile.

I am settling into yet another amazing year of skiing the tram. I had one of the best days ever yesterday skiing with a ripping crew of girls. last chair on andesite and a late night poacher ski into the dinner yurt and a dark ski out. the whole evening complete with an impromptu dance party.

this might be a strange thing to say, but I have to say it, I think I am a cool person. and this might sound utterly stupid to someone who poaches this blog out of the blue. but I am having a conversation with myself here. where I have been, and how shitty I’ve felt about my outlook on life in the past few months, or a year. all my wallowing… I fucking deserve it. finally. I like being a ripping skier. I know I am. I liked putting on my knee pads in the morning and getting ready for a another day of beating myself up on the hill. climbing to my next line. I love feeling my knees get stronger. my ski legs are making a come back. again, I remember that snow is my element. my realm.

pretty happy being single. I feel pure. I feel clean and I feel strong. how is it that’s what has come out of being single? I feel like I’ve got a hold of my life and I feel like I am cleaning it up. nothing is messy. I like that. I remember again that I actually really like being single. something I haven’t really spent much of my life doing. being single. sweet Courtney has told me lately that I am one of the coolest girls she knows. such heart warming words. porter told me over the phone yesterday that he misses me. wonderful friends!

life is a wonder.