Originally Posted by XJguy
Well I love to ski, but while doing an icy double black diamond at 50 or so mph....I am NOT smiling, in fact I barely blink.
I wasn't aware that we were talking about icy double blacks. You said:
Originally Posted by XJguy
I cant recall one single time that I went down any thing worth going down with toothy smile on my face.
I'll assume, for the sake of argument, that an icy double black is "worth going down." I grew up in the East, so I have fuzzy recollections of thinking that. And obviously, if it's a race course, that brings its own rewards.
But surely, you can't be saying that icy black diamonds are the only
"thing[s] worth going down"?
I can tell you some of my unsupressable grin runs from last season right now.
Two days after a spring storm, Expert Shortcut was just starting to progress from a little cut up to moguls. Everything else on the back side of Alpine had started to slush a little, but Shortcut was chalky goodness. My friend Tom and I got to the bottom, both of us with bust-out grins. I said I didn't think I'd made a sequence of turns that nice all season. Tom agreed: "Hero snow."
Another time, morning after a storm, hiking from the top of the summit over the High Traverse and dropping into waist deep blower, floating the whole way down.
In early March, during four weeks of storms that dropped more than 10" a day, taking my eight-year-old daughter up to the Promised Land to hit the trees, where we could see better. It was her first time up there with her new skis. We tore down through the trees, taking turns in the lead, and for the first time ever, we were at the same speed without me holding back. Beautiful snow, beautiful scenery, light snow falling, turn after turn of creamy goodness.
In early April, taking one of my five-year-olds back onto Sherwood Face for his first time, when he pulled up next to a little girl who'd somehow gotten stuck on the wrong run. He talked to her and calmed her down, then I showed them where we were going to traverse to get her to the blue groomer, past a couple of gullies on our left. My boy led, looking back over his shoulder to make sure she could follow him, and I took up the rear and shouted encouragement. We got her back to her folks, rode up again, and went back so that he could do the whole run this time, and he nailed it, turn after turn, taking an aggressive line in beautiful snow, and didn't fall once.
I guess the last two aren't pure examples of the irrepressible grin, because only part of it was from sheer enjoyment of the run -- the rest was from pride in my kids. But I think you get the point. Those are the moments I ski for. And I can't imagine I'd keep doing this if I didn't keep having them.