Week 4, Vail Colorado
Until now, there was never a time in my life when I wasn’t somewhere else. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve tried. I’ve spent many waking (and unconcious for that matter) moments of my life attempting to grasp at the straws of time that were slipping, spiriling out of sight. Spent nights, days, weekends trying to plan the next moment. Sat in important conversations pretending to understand what would come next (and before). And then there is now, in the epic blue mornings in early December. The crest on the horizon making your soul feel like it’s stolen some sort of secret—some sort of mystery that only you hold the keys. The mountains swallow up the knots in your stomach and you open your mind to the wonderful creation of the clouds billowing past the tips of the crest. The steely innocence of the mountains and the ski bums that surround you start to force you to live and seek and understand a deeper universal connection. Dancing in the nostalgia at a ski bum bar with a sweet drunk boy, you mean nothing to each other but the gesture in itself..well, its irreplaceable. Grinning through nervous teeth as you place the hot iron wax down for the first time, something is so funny that it hurts. No one remembers what it was, but you laugh and in a moment from now it doesn’t matter. Now you are merely living for the next second. Yesterday, forgotten. Tomorrow, a beautiful powder day. For the first time, you read, and read, and read. You realize that school was just the beginning. You learn, everyday. You learn more than anything anyone ever taught you about yourself. It is raw. Because, you come to the conclusion that, for this season (at least), your reality is just another dip into the Blue Sky Basin and a carving of the edge on your brand new winter machine.
Being on the mountain teaches you more than just how to keep from catching an edge or how to get up after you fall. These mountains teach you how to live. Not one minute ago or the next, but now. Don’t forget to breathe, this is only the beginning.