I had my first ski dream last night. It might have been spurred on by that
hellacious hail storm yesterday.
Like a lot of dreams it made now real sense. I was skiing at a western ski area - not even sure how I know that. The surface was newly groomed super carvy corduroy. I was doing big GS turns through a some terrain features and soaring on big air. I was skiing and flying - pretty close to nirvana.
PS to Fujative - promise I will never do that in real life!
"You just need to go at that shit wide open, hang on, and own it." —Camp