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


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