My husband has a very bad back. two surgeries and still pain. After years of ignoring being told to quit skiing, or at least quit the bumps, he's now looking at this having been his last season. It's either ski another season and then not be able to even walk, or stop now and have some mobility to be able to bike or hike (or maybe even snowshoe or XC?) or even just walk around town.
Trouble is, what do I do? I have some girl ski buddies, but it's not the same thing, since ski trips are accompanied by his suppressed jealousy and my responding guilt.
I think (at least I'm trying to convince myself) that I could make do with XC skiing. After all, it has much of the outdoor, beauty, fresh air, exercise, etc. that alpine has. And I'm no spring chicken either, though I am still progressing in my alpine skiing!
Do I really need to ski meatball chute at Taos again? Is it selfish to want to? Having just put away the skis and gear, the seasonal melancholia is extra intense.
If the choice is my spouse and I ski blue groomers together into the sunset, then I would rather hang 'em up and go snowshoeing. At least you're in the wilderness and not fighting crowds and the suburban virus that is trying to infect so much of ski country.
If I was twenty again, or even forty, I'd be getting into the back country. Now that's the ticket, have your solitude and downhill turns too!