I could say all the cliches there are about what it’s like when you recognize your counter part in another.

see what I did there?

wish I could talk about what it feels like to have him in my life. a guy to whom recognition of a level ski partner is a commitment of greater significance than a title like girlfriend. I happen to be both. he is both. he’s the real thing. the partner I’ve always looked for.

he watches over me. he always watches me ski. he helps me on the traverses and high ridge lines. I’ve been on my own for so long, it’s a startling feeling to be with someone who respects you as a mountaineering partner and whom I allow to take care of me. whom I allow to watch over me and whom I look back to see behind me. where ever I ski, he’s behind me, covering my tracks. closing my turns. we’re usually on the same wave length about what to ski and when. if we’re not, we still keep an eye out on each other.

like the other day when I ate a mushroom in the parking lot over dirt bag underground breakfast, bailed on our headwaters agenda and watched him ski Hellroaring. I like watching him ski. so hot.

I spent my birthdays with him skiing a epic storm in the Wasatch over a week. my own personal powder week. so much snow. for the night of my birthday he booked us a room with a private hot tub on the balcony over looking the resort. we woke up to avy bombs rattling the hotel windows in the morning.

we are good in water.