Another (freelance) ski writer (hi, Thatsagirl) and consultant of a ski factory. Absolutely flexible schedule outweighted by some physical limitations (hip, knee) preventing from getting more days than about 80. (I only ski when the knee allows to and when the conditions are really good: quality over quantity...)
My wife got used to my skiing craze, our daugther is 21, no pets after our parrot died this winter.
My home mountain (only 31 days this season) is slightly less than 2 hours, my "Stammgebiet" in the Alps (will be up to 50 days) 7-8 hours.
Looks nice but my budget is rather tight and I really should start some more reliable work/job/business not to end up an ex-skier with sweet memories but no money.
I´m most proud of my 55 days when a soldier (compulsory 1 year after graduating from a university, 2 years for the rest: we had to be prepared to destroy the evil imperialistic enemies from the US Army and the Bundeswehr
- now not any more, starting this year we have a professional army only). It was more a prison-schedule with no right to leave the barracks without a permission. Most of my 55 days (including some races!) were AWOL, sometimes rather risky, but everything went out fine.
Maybe two nice stories:
(i) a secret participation in two DH races in a resort where one of my bosses, a major, was in vacation. I only hoped he would not be around the finish where the loudspeaker was announcing my name, time, etc. (was not and probably never knew...)
(ii) my final skiing, only 9 days before my duty finished, I took a final trip to one of the last snowfields. It was accessible by a chairlift leading to the highest Czech mountain and owned by the (state-owned and the only one) railroad company which offered 50% discount for soldiers on official leave.
It was official this time and I even wrote the name of the mountain peak into the document required. "That´s fine, soldier, but you don´t wear the uniform," the man at the lift desk told me and I had to pay full fare (which was not much and I didn´t care - the symbolics was what counted for me...)
Sorry, the writers are horrible. They sometimes don´t know when to stop...