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Dreaming of the cool white

Posted on August 1st, 2007 by shredbetty.
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I am here in the US,  still.  Haven’t left for South America yet and I can’t stop thinking about it.

The heat is kicking in here in the Salt Lake Valley.  I guess I shouldn’t be suprised, it is a desert.  The winter was minimal here, basically the last two weeks of February and then the backcountry was so scary that I never experienced more than a handful of powder days away from the valley resorts.  Some winters its there and some…it’s not.  This is somehting I should be comfortable with after spending my entire adult life skiing, but it still bothers me when I don’t get in enough (I guess its never enough) of those days.  I mean that feeling of plowing through the whiteness, feeling the edge of the snowpack rythmically breaking against your thighs or, even better yet,  your chest at every turn.  The feeling of the endless bounce as the skis resist off of the pressure bubble underfoot and launch you into a bit of visability and fresh oxygen.

I am starting to sound nostalgic.

I have been skyping (now a verb) Chile and Argentina about every four days to see what is going on down there.  My friends say, bloody cold and white dusting on the slopes.  Not bad for this time of year.  I just need one day of powder, or maybe two to get my fix, be satisfied, hold my head high for another few months.  Just one…..or maybe two days.

I go down South August 1 for a few months and although I know the days will fly by and I will be loading onto a jet plane in no time, the desert heat makes those days seem long.

58 days to go before I can smell the snow

57 tomorrow  and then

there will be no more  sorrow.

For this sorry arsed powder addicted ski junkie “when am I  going to get over it!” SAP!

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