Dreaming of Faceshots
As I sit here on my couch, with an ice pack, pain killers and something like fractured ribs, I reminisce on pow days past. Luckily for me, and unfortunately for everyone else and the mountains themselves, this has been a warm spring-like week in weather. But with snow to come and a few more weeks before I should be skiing, I’m dreading being stuck to my giant leather settee. So, to Facebook I go. Looking back, it’s been quiet a season so far to say the least. Some days this year have been deeper than many I can recall from the past two seasons. I’m happy to say at least I’ve slay’d waist deep pow more than once this year with many more days to come, regardless of minor injury related setbacks (as I’m sure many of you can relate). So if you feel so inclined to bring me cookies or drink beers and wax skis, let me know, I’ll be here catching up on Homeland and looking at pictures of myself skiing.
(All photo credit due accordingly: Bekah Stevens, Joe Johnson, Weston Shirey, Matt Baydala)