And time passes by

It's nearly four months since I last posted, which almost exactly matches ski season. I have not felt the need to write, nor do I particularly feel the need now. I do know that I love writing and will come back to it, and so this entry is like dipping my toe back into the ocean. I don't know if I will dive all the way in, but at least I am testing the writing waters again.

I haven't felt as pressed for time as I have in other winters, yet I have been busy. I have been at the local ski hill most weekdays. I have taught business two mornings a week at the local University, and I have driven to the mountains most weekends to ski. In other years, I have counted my mountain days. This year, I really do not have a clue. The measure is not how many days, but how I feel. I feel like I have gotten skiing in the mountains enough. Some years the craving to ski in the mountains aches in me. This year, I have logged between 15 and 25 days (see what I mean about losing track) and I know that I have skied good terrain and that I have made the most of the season. It is not a good snow year and my skis show the results. Every trip back from the mountains carried a new edge burr or base ding.

This weekend I took my skis to be tuned and all the burrs and dings were removed. My skis are like new, but with less base and fewer options for more tuning. It's a good thing that people are not like skis. When we get "tuned up", hopefully... generally, it means that we have even more options, and that we don't wear out. When I took my skis out on the cold corduroy snow, they felt balanced and precise. I felt relief. I really do love to ski. It was fun. No wonder the time from November to March passed so quickly.