Fortunately for me, I get to live this life every winter season. I feel truly blessed that I get to spend my winter days like this and in a very ski bum accepting area. This poem I came across in POWDER mags December issue on page 094. If you are a ski bum you should feel this poem hit home as I did. ENJOY!
WAKE UP IN THE MORNING, stretch big and tall
You call home a ski town, which is the best town of all
Brew morning coffee, check the weather report
Eat a big fat burrito, on your drive to the resort
Be sure to arrive early, before tourism hysteria
But don't be too agro, this is everyone's ski area
Then shred down the slopes, find powder bliss
Think, "Gosh, this is the best place to ever exist!"
Ski hard and charge, make big, smooth slashes
Share hearty laughs, through bushy mustaches
Make a McConkey turn, that's a turn with a smear
Recall, "Oh Yeeeeah. This is why I moved here."
Share good chats on the lift, the chatter breaks up the action
Talk of awesome ski areas like Stowe, Big Sky, Squaw, and Jackson!
Don't leave before throwing a trick, catch some cool air
Stay on the hill all day, until the very last chair
Hoot and holler, ski down one more fun chute
Always go to the bar, wearing your ski boots
Cruise to the pub, order a beer and maybe a whiskey
Meet a nice ski bunny, be funny, get a little frisky
Dance with all the weirdos, dance high and dance low
Just keep moving, yeah, that's it, Go, baby, go!
Watch the local band jam, say "Bartender, refill this glass!"
Waiting for a drink, think of city-living friends for nice contrast
They own more stuff, maybe make a little more money
Oh! Your beer is here...keep drinking, dancing, having fun, you dummy!
Don't get caught comparing your life to others
Mountain people, man, these are your sisters and your brothers
They're an eclectic bunch, a special outside breed
The people in the ski town are the only friends you'll ever need
Transient folks the regular world has mistakenly misplaced
Ski locals are a higher evolution of the human race
Raise a glass to a happy life, tip your bartender too
They also live to ski, just like me and you
Exit the bar a little drunk, be safe returning to your ski bum shacks
Make a funky mac and cheese dinner, give those skis a fresh coat of wax
Hang your pants and jacket by the fire, put your boots nearby
Be happy with your day, your one lucky girl or guy
You're a part of a special tribe, you're not alone
You live in a ski town, a ski town you call home
Look out your window, think of all you've done
Finding good snow and great friends, this is how life is won.
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