|The Mission Mountains from Lavelle Chairlift.|
|Alex and his new stache.|
We've been out quite a few days already, mostly at Snowbowl, but with one trip to Lost Trail. The skiing at the Bowl has been great for early season, but it's been rocky, and over the course of the past few weeks, my skis have made the transition to 'rock skis' due to the myriad early season hits they've taken. Lost Trail, on the other hand, is already deeply buried in white. Jen and I had a great powder day there before the kids got out of school for their Christmas holiday.
Alex has been getting out tons with his buddies this year, which is cool. He's not doing the freestyle ski team, but Ellie is. She seems to be loving it and her new powder skis, which have biased her toward only wanting to ski powder runs. It's amazing the effect equipment has.
|Ellie's outfit is pretty dialed in this year.|
There are a couple of ways to look at the body aging and not being able to hold up to what you'd like to do with it: despair and acceptance. It's clear which path is the healthy one. You've got to adjust. Life is a teacher. The body is a teacher. I'm a reluctant student.
On Jan 1, I'm off to New Zealand for work and two weeks off of my skis, which will probably actually be good. Hopefully I'm blessed with some good conditions at St. Clair beach, where I'll be staying with my surfboard in tow. It's summer down there. Amazing how the tilt of our planet and 7,000 feet of elevation take one from summer on the beach in NZ to the winter wonderland in the below picture taken at Snowbowl a couple of weeks ago. Given such a delicate balance, how could anyone imagine that climate change wouldn't be a fact of life on earth.
|Winter wonderland early December.|