Staring anxiously out our office window at the snowflakes falling in the courtyard, I catch myself silently urging them on – “Fall Faster”.
It has been no secret since the end of August I’ve been in full blown winter mode; swapping out crud cages for powder baskets and sewing the fist sized tear in my ski jacket (a lasting reminder to stay away from trees much like strangers). I’ve conspicuously placed my skis by the door similar to the way a fireman leaves his boots in his rolled up pants ready to go…just in case. My soon-to-be wife understands this sickness and no longer buys the excuse “I’m just breaking them in” as to why I’m walking around the apartment in ski boots… in September and October.
When in the company of those souls who have barred their teeth through many a Breckenridge winter, I keep these tidbits of conversation to myself. I’m well aware of the guffaws and head shakes my excitement will evoke and that my exuberance reveals me as a non-local or worse…(dun, dun, dun) a gaper!
So I will call out myself: I am a gaper, a nube, fresh faced with excitement that fuels a “first chair, last call” attitude to not only skiing but life.
Come join me this season with unbridled excitement, because I think La Nina has a little sister and this year is going to be Epic!