An Eloquent Riff on the Passion for Skiing
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Fun read. I really enjoyed this paragraph:
"But even if powder is my Holy Grail, I’ll guzzle from any beaten cup. I’m happy to ski in any place, weather or conditions. I’ve never had a bad day of skiing because I’ve never not been exhilarated doing it. I skied in freezing rain in Le Massiff, Quebec, and at the end of the day, I had to crack thick sheaths of ice off my ski gear and jacket. I skied at minus 15, also in Le Massiff, with my 7-year-old godson, which earned him chilblains and a lifetime license to tell a story about his godfather putting him in grave danger. I skied at Devil’s Head, in Wisconsin, where it took what felt like 30 seconds to get down its most difficult run. In Whistler, British Columbia, I skied in the rain, which soaked my clothes so thoroughly that my passport, thought safe in an inner pocket, was soaked, its border-crossing stamps all smudged, which made me suspect on my way back into the United States."