If you had asked me three years ago to choose between winters or summers in Colorado I would have chosen summers hands down. For me, Colorado summers let me do everything that I loved: trail running, hiking, camping and white water rafting. Winters were just that annoying time of year when I couldn’t go trail running.
I think my biggest mistake was that I was trying to be a snowboarder. I mean really, who doesn’t want to be a snowboarder? I had serious dreams of becoming a thugged out snowboarder girl killing it on the half pipe. However I’ll be completely honest and tell you I sucked at snowboarding. I took a lesson at Copper and then went boarding two other times and I was just flat out terrible. I don’t even think you could call what I was doing snowboarding. It was more like scooting down a mountain on a board. Luckily, a year later I discovered something magical: skiing!
Skis. They’re awesome.
I was definitely not Picabo Street the first time I skied down a mountain, but the most important thing was that I loved skiing. And since I loved skiing pretty much immediately I was willing to put in the time to learn. Thank goodness I had some really patient friends along the way!
Currently I’m getting ready to enter my third season on the slopes. I now ski blues, blacks and am starting to hit double blacks on the back side. I have mostly gotten over the emotional scarring of growing up in Colorado and not learning to ski as a kid (love you Mom!).
Magical tree skiing.
Where does this leave summer? These days, summer is just that annoying time when I can’t go skiing. Plus in the summer, I’m all over the place. There is so much to do in the summer that it’s kind of overwhelming at times. It’s a little exhausting to be me during summer months. My life is much simpler and more relaxing in the winter. Skiing is basically my only priority which greatly simplifies my life.
I really just can’t wait for the first snow to fall so that I can hit the slopes again. Since the peak of the golden aspens is over, there’s really no reason to prolong this whole not skiing business. I’ll take an A Basin Bloody Mary and fresh powder any day now!