Every year as soon as Halloween passes, an internal switch flips in me that says “ski season, ON”. The anticipation of another season on skis is something that has consumed my imagination for as long as I can remember. For as many years as I have walked, I have skied. And though the seasons seem to fly by, that pre season excitement never seems to fade.
I remember spending summers rollerblading around the neighbourhood with my ski poles, pretending to be skiing down my favorite run. I’d spend fall afternoons in my parent’s basement walking around in my ski boots just to get used to the pressure on my shins, and I lined up all of my skis on the wall in my bedroom, on display as they patiently waited for snow. Once I even replaced the teddy bears in my bed with a new pair of skis, only to learn the hard way how sharp their edges were. No matter how much fun I was having in the summer or fall, I was always dreaming about skiing!
Once winter came, the anticipation took on a new form. Instead of longing for the local mountain to open, I fantasized about overnight snowfalls and powder days with my pals. I recall standing at the kitchen window and looking out to the street lights in the dark to catch a glimpse of the snowflakes, and wondering how much would have fallen by morning. I loved shoveling the driveway while my dad loaded the skis into the car, and then piling in to get to the base of the mountain early enough to claim the coveted ‘first chair’. There was nothing like riding that first lift up the mountain in the morning and looking down onto the blank canvas that I was about to carve into. Whether it was deep, untracked pow, or freshly groomed corduroy – I could not wait to leave my tracks on it!
Nowadays as an adult with nearly thirty ski seasons under my belt, I still feel the childlike anticipation of the season ahead. Every ‘first snowfall’ brings out the kid in me, staring at the streetlights in the dark, waxing my skis and rifling through trunks full of toques and gloves – to be ready for that first day that I can race those young kids to the first chair.
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