"Fresh Powder"

Frigid temperatures with no snow?......or lots of snow, but in the 30's.....I pick the latter (as if I had a choice). I used to HATE winter. I mean, I DESPISED the bitter cold! the dirty snow banks...the short days and long nights! Then I learned to dress properly and most importantly.....I learned to ski..and much later in life than most people learn. And now I am obsessed with skiing and it is KILLING me that I cannot go this weekend because I know there's a butt load of fresh powder up north.

The evil, messy, cumbersome, cold piles of precipitation have now become "fresh powder". I can't even say exactly when that happened. But I do know, one of the best feelings in the world is being on top of a mountain, early on a bright sunny morning, after a fresh snowfall, the winter trees hanging heavy with fluffy white powder, cold air on your cheeks... and pushing off....finding a good groove, listening to tunes on the headphones...it is everything...gorgeous, physical, rhythmic and most of all fun...the kind of fun you had when you were a little kid; before car payments, house payments, food shopping and all those things that can make you forget who you really are. I'd sure love to go this weekend but, I have to stay home and go thru my bills.....oh, and I still have that damn cold/flu thing...luckily, it's only February 16 so there should be plenty more winter....and hopefully more snow than cold...