Please read the next lines of my post. I jest!
Bumps are my friends. They are the best, ahh.. when there are no options.
Philth Your response echos my expression.
But, if I have the choice to run quietly thru the trees or pound rocks, I will take the trees every time.
You are so right about this year however.
There hasn't been enough snow to even make good bumps and when the blown in stuff finally shapes up it has rained and iced in everything. I should take up running gates!
I have 37 days in this year and only two "good snow" days.
In the spring time, a young man's thoughts turn to .....Bumps? If only these fifty year old knees would support my 20 year old thoughts.
I do wish I could ski the bumps better. Right now, I can't go 200 yards without huffing and puffin. (I've recently gotten my bike rollers out to combat this one) I get all upset by those sharp edged, iced troughs, 90 degrees to the fall line, and only one ski width. All those fear and loathing feelings kick in and into the back seat I go. I hate the zipper! Then age and treachery comes to the front, and I wend my way through the high ground, from crest to connected crest. Smooth, less tired but somehow unfullfilled.
I must need a lesson