Good lord. it had been a weird season. my soul has been fulfilled in other ways that I seeked. fuk it has been a weird year.

I didn’t burn the candle at both ends this year. I didn’t have the desire and fire to ski bell to bell. Somedays I just wanted to stay still, sit and drink coffee. Yes, I did. I never worked up the knees to be there either. I clocked in 80 ski days today, or rather. 80 days with skis on my feet. I couldn’t barely count most of those days as ski days. I barely skied the tram this year. I had but a couple ‘tram days’. I hiked the headwaters maybe twice. my soul bleeds. I’m trying to have conversations with myself about what truly transpired this year and why I wasn’t part of the action. I looked elsewhere and I would be lying if I said my souls wasn’t fulfilled. that if my being wasn’t filled to the brim with content and happiness.

I’m having daily conversations with myself about how this is ok. change is ok. maybe it’s just a shift. a glitz in time. it’s ok to step away to return to the canvas. I feel like that is what I am doing. I think most people I know are doing some kind of reset in their lives. I know I have a pretty solid one going. By all means, it’s not one of them devastating ones. I am embrasing this with all my might.

Here’s two things I know. While I was slinging chili and hot dogs out the window and skiing groomers and having massive fomo and having my timing be off on everything… I learned that I need structure. I like making tips. Shedhorn grill is just another extension of my deep immersion in the mountain community. Sherhorn is 8 minute lap, bowl bubble 5 mins.

New skis. New boots. Skis too big, boots too small. I’ve let these skis roll around in the back of my truck sicne november. I finally got them mounted. I’ve had these boots in my truck for two months, got them heat molded a month ago with custom footbeds. Been too terrified to commit to either. Finally I took them both on a journey. As soon as I laid turns down on those boots and those massive skis, it all came together. Holy shit! The boot opwers the si, my feet stopped hurting as soon as I laid them down into the ski. Holy shit! Where the ski fet too big for me to handle before, now it became a weapon. Charger.