woke up hungry

i woke up hungry today. most often, that can only mean one thing… i must have had a great day yesterday. and it was. day 22 of the season turned out to be one of the most incredible days i have had skiing in my life. fresh snow? check!…lots of it. amazing terrain? check!…crystal mountain lived up to its reputation. good company? check!…and better than i could have asked for. fresh snow? did i mention that the snow was amazing! all i can say is that i can’t remember ever skiing so much fresh snow. it was light, fluffy powder all day long!!! every run was full of face shots and untouched knee to waist deep snow. add a few hikes to the top of the king for the best turns of my life and you have the ingrediants for possibly my single best day of skiing, ever! with snow that good you don’t stop for anything, especially for lunch. that and the 10,000 calories i must have burned may help explain why i’m so hungry this morning. time for breakfast!!!

sleepless night

its dumping in the city. flakes the size of quarters are drifting down from the heavens covering the ground with natures best creation...snow! i just know that its puking up in the mountains right now... thousands and thousands of tons of snow are blanketing the cascades as i write this and i can barely contain my excitement for what tomorrow will bring... crystal? baker? both should be unreal. well decide in the morning, but for now, i wait in anticipation of what could be one of the most epic days of skiing in my life. i live for days like tomorrow. when preparation meets its opportunity, i don't think you can really call it luck... i envision the deep snow and the ease at which i pass through it. the feeling of weightlessness and effortless motion that only light powder skiing can invoke. everything covered in a deep layer of snow, muffling sound and softening light... a winter wonderland made for just me to move through and dance across at my whim. i know i will be thinking and anticipating tomorrow all night. i might get a little sleep, but even then, i know ill be dreaming of skiing...

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i saw a ghost the other day
and i wondered what he might say
i just watched as he walked away
i didnt follow, i just stayed...

momentum

some nights, you just dont feel like getting off the couch... esspecially when you've been after it the last 3 nights in a row. but when the call comes and a friend is in need, one simply puts ones foot in front of the other and sees where the evening will take him!

it starts sheepishly. do i really want to go? this sounds like its going to be kind of lame. there's no set plan. no one agrees on where to go or what should be done. finnally, a decision and the wheels are set in motion. nothing left to do but to accept ones fate.

it starts to build. everyone meets up. at least the company is fun people. this might not be so bad. light but spirited converstion puts things a little more at ease. still a little suspiscious that this may suck...but things are looking up.

then the door opens and the music comes stumbling out. its amazing. its like the final mystery ingrediant that make the differance between food and cusine. everthing just starts to fall into place and now the evening is off and running! nothing can stop us! not cold and wind, not tall fences, nor hangmans nooses. not even 2am last calls! we laugh, we dance, we howl at the moon! we almost burn down the house. but that is another story all together....

curve ball

it happened so quickly i dont even recall falling... one moment i was upright, the next wallowing on the ground in pain. some of the most intense and agonizing pain i have ever felt. i knew something was very wrong and the 2 destinct pops i had felt as it happened were not comforting me. my first thoughts were of a ruined ski season. how could i have been so stupid to have let this happen so close to the start of the snow flying? what would i do if i couldnt ski? how could this be happening?





as it turns out, it was a pretty bad spain but i was able to rehab well and was off crutches in a week. i still wear a brace and it's not 100%, but it'll do. i've been riding my bike for the past few weeks and went skiing on November 4th, just over a month after the injury. hell yeah!!!

an experiment!

frequent comment: add more photos to your blog (thanks b!)... lately, life has been moving faster than the speed of light, so the pictures dont turn out so well. in an effort to slow down time itself, i signed up for mobile blogging at go@blogger.com. you can send pics and text directly to your blog - how much easier can that be? we'll see if it helps...

boston in summer

boston in summer… heat and humidity, traffic and congestion… history made alive… early mornings, long days, late nights…. pack up, drive, unload, pack up, drive…. bridges, smiles and unforgettable images… you cant get there from here… the door that wouldn’t stay shut… running along side pressing buttons… more bridges… sharing the joy… an incredible sunset… more driving… finding direction, finding my flow… dreaming of apples… sake! thunder!… wet roads… rain pelting the roof… frogs in a pond… a last minute dinner… the round-a-bout from hell… lobster bibs… messy ribs… limitless potential… 16 hours to get home… sleep, deep sleep… dreaming of apples…