Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Cream Cheese Hero Snow Gloriousness


I hadn't realized it was spring yet.  

Only Yesterday, 
we were freezing
standing in the cold
skiing knee deep powder.

That was yesterday,
right?

Today my face is on fire
and I am sweating.  

The sky is a stunning blue.
the kind of blue that makes you
go ride the North Ridge Triple for the 
Optimum Tanning Angle.
The sky is goggle tan blue.

You know it,
you can feel it coming. 
Your cheeks,
no longer bitten by frost,
are on fire from the reflection
of the snow onto your face.
Your lips are chapped.
your fingernails peeling and chipping and ... damn it.

We ride the Canyon Quad,
because its midweek and we can today.
Also, because there was sun on Double Dipper all day.
And it is freaking glorious.

Not the knee deep powder kind of glorious,
or the groomed to the nines while we've got the perfect wax glorious,
or the soft powder bumps with large scrappy bits in random places glorious,

This was the cream cheese hero snow greatness.
Soft, instant mashed potato snow,
That with a little effort,
Is the best playground on the planet.
At least for me.

Following, 
Skiing our line down the right side,
My dad's line,
The last time he skied powder with his girls.
This is that line.

Following,
We cross over the work road
and dive down over the roller
I'm right on his tails 
Jump, Sink, Compress, rotate, Press, Rise
it's all flying at me in sequence,
Pressuring the tails more and more 
feeling that playful pop 
as my tails throw me into the next turn
It's soft,
It's playful
and it's not so heavy!

Following,
I'm following...
What?
Screw this,

I move to the left, 
toward the middle
into the usually quite firm abyss
I break from his rhythm 
to find my own,
at least for a few turns
until I hairpin back over

But wait,
there's so scrappy bits.
the middle is glorious!
cream cheese hero snow gloriousness!
I am free!
I am free!

I am launching my skis
jumping this mound over toward the next
turning in the air
throwing in some hop turns for fun
Whatever
Who cares?

This is killer awesome!!

That line,
you know,
the one that is never there.
that is always gross
where the Joeys and Jerrys go

That line,
today
was 
The Line.

Now let's go do it twice,
you know,
to get it right.

Then we should probably go and hit Lower Ovation
at least twice.

Praise Be the Sun Gods
(may they go away now so that we can have winter for just a few more weeks?)




May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains Within You,
Merisa







Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Be a Wild Woman

"Go out in the woods, go out.  
If you do not go out in the woods, 
nothing will ever happen 
and your life will never begin."
 - Clarissa Pinkola Estes, 
Women Who Run With the Wolves


Took the long way up to perfect packed powder bumps in Low Rider

I came across this book several years ago, as I was in the process of choosing whether or not to drop out of graduate school and move to Killington full time.   Estes wrote stories of women, not as they had been passed down and changed through the ages, but as they originally were.  These were stories of women who lived with the changing of the seasons, who spent time with their hands in the dirt and were connected to the Earth Mother.  Stories where women were wise and nothing about which to be fearful. Women were not witches or bitches, but instead strong and powerful.  

It was these women I wanted to be.  I did not want to walk upon cement, but feel the mud squishing in between my toes. I would rather know every book and cranny of the forest than how to maneuver the streets of the big apple.  

And so, I am here.  
In Killington.  
In Vermont

Please, read this book.  
Read the stories to your daughters. 
Tell the analysis to your sons and husbands.  

And be a wild woman.  

May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains within You,
Merisa

Monday, March 2, 2015

I Should Always Ski - Shouldn't I??

I shouldn't have gone today.
I realize.
I get that.
I could barely figure out how to put my skins on, never mind how to move forward. 

But it had snowed.
Not like a foot or anything, but enough that the plow guy had come and I had to shovel.
Actually, I probably could have just blown it away.
That kind of snow.
The fluffy, gorgeous kind that you can never get enough of.
I had to go.
What kind of ski bum would I be if I didn't?

Oh I soooo shouldn't have.
The only food I had managed to keep down over the past 24 hours was a yogurt, simple white crackers and a few sips of flat ginger ale. 
And that had only been recently.
I was kinda wobbly.
I was more than a bit fuzzy in the head.
I was going skiing anyways.


Now with my twisted logic, I reason that skinning will be the easiest.
The best choice.  
Cause when you are completely dehydrated, going on a four mile solo ski tour through the Vermont woods is definitely the safest choice.  
It was all I could do to slide one foot in front of the other, barely moving forward but advancing just the same.  
Minutes turned into really long minutes.
I should have been out of the woods by now.  

Then my brain completely zoned out. 
I saw trees.
I saw snow.
I saw snowshoe hare prints.
I saw everything.
I did not see my spirit animal.
But I am pretty sure I was close.

What I should never have done was ski down.  
In gloriously gorgeous powder.
Through the trees.
In gloriously gorgeous untracked powder.
I will admit that might have been a super dangerously bad idea.

Ha!
Who am I kidding??
Today was freaking awesome!!

I am a ski bum.
I should always ski.

May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains Within You, Merisa


Thursday, February 26, 2015

Ski Bum Soul

Sometimes life moves too fast.
Rushing and racing
From home to work to the bar to the hill
Trying to hold onto the reigns
Of something you never had control over in the first place.
Your Soul.
It hides away slowly,
Always ready 
For a soul filling adventure
One where you close your eyes, put on your skis and let the mountain take you where it will,
Through the woods
Through the fields
Listening to your soul
And for once - following it.
May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains Within You, Merisa

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Dressing for Yesterday

the frigid horror of 
six degrees farenheit
a severe wind-chill warning 
and a not-so warming sun bright in the sky
was still running through my mind.

and then the thermometer read 
-20 F
when I checked immediately upon waking up this morning.
- 20 F?????

 So I rolled back over 
and snuggled into the boyfriend's back.

The view from Pico Mountain after skinning the Hershey Highway
 and dreamed about how cold it has been.
constantly
the kind of dream where you 
wake up shivering
constantly cold
and unable to break into the warmth
save for your few treasured minutes
in a nice hot shower

So this time I grabbed enthusiastically 
for that would make me finally be warm enough
that I might actually sweat
and being completely warm
I do love winter,
so badly it hurts,
but even I hate the permanent chill in my spine.

My warmer touring gloves,
with waffled warmers
an extra layer everywhere
and within 20 minutes I was
steaming
sweating
warm
pulling the hood off my head 
feeling the steam come off my head
like a chimney

Steaming
Sweating
Warm

I found the cure
and I am finally so cozy and comfortable
except for the pain of moving
sliding each boot forward
my hamstrings are stretching
calves and hip flexors are screaming
Move Quicker, Stride Longer
the harder you push,
the warmer you are
and I am 
steaming
sweating
warm

finally



Jason Beaupre, a serious Peak Bagger & an old friend
of the boyfriend's, on his first ski touring experience
May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains With You,
Merisa

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