Yesterday it was late in the afternoon, 3-4 o clock. Day was winding down and most of the home boys are headed back up to the city. Normally this is when I would chill out. Maybe ski something other than the park or at least just stop throwing down. It’s usually a combination of being tired and unmotivated. Yesterday was different tho. It was literally me, the park crew, and some safety patrollers left on the hill. Sun was out, snow was slushy, and I thought damn what a moment to be alive. So I put some music in and kept throwing down. Kept trying new stuff. Some of the happiest moments of my life right there.
got me thinking how complicated skiing can become. Some people just can’t see that side of skiing. I have several friends that are all about impressing people and being the top dog and throwing the craziest tricks. That’s sick don’t get me wrong. But in the end if they were left alone like I was with an amazing park all to themselves with nobody there to appreciate their skiing but themselves, they would go home. Nobody saw that floaty cork 3. But I was there. I saw it. I lived it. That’s the purest form of skiing to me. When you can just be so connected to the moment and yourself that it doesn’t matter who’s there or who caught it on video or who you just one up’d. These are the moments that filter those who like skiing from those who love skiing.