To The Hills

# personal

I grew up in Maine and was fortunate enough to have parents who taught me and my sister how to ski at a very young age (2!). We lived about 45 minutes from a decent hill (Shawnee Peak), 90 minutes from a sprawling mountain (Sunday River) and over two and half hours (🤯) from one of my favorite places in the world, Sugarloaf. As a teenager, after 10 years of skiing, I switched to snowboarding. I don't even have skis anymore. But from early childhood through high school, January through March, I spent a lot of Sundays at one of those mountains with my mom, dad, sister, and friends who were basically family.

Then I did college, had a kid, settled in Upstate New York, and lived paycheck to paycheck for years. I only ever made it to a mountain if there was a coupon or weird deal. I realized then how lucky I was as a kid to not even have to think about ticket prices. I'd like to assume it was more affordable 20+ years ago, but it probably wasn't. Which leads me to now, where I still have a hard time justifying the price at my local "mountain." That word is in quotes because the one nearby isn't a mountain, it's a group of small hills called Greek Peak. And I say that with nothing but love for those hills, as you'll see below.

Recently, my wife surprised me with a mid-week season's pass, which is probably cheaper than therapy–and I think we all need that after almost 11 months of pandemic life–and it's just as effective. So the rest of this post is going to be photos from yesterday's outing (my third Wednesday in a row) which came after a wild storm dumped almost two feet of snow. Not pictured: my stupid happy face.

safety first

Even though this was my third trip of the season it was my first time seeing the ski patrol. 👆She was actually making sure that noses were covered and covid protocols were being followed.

It was a good day, they're all good days, and I left feeling refreshed and spoiled. Grateful. It turns out that not snowboarding for years and years didn't hurt my skills, but I definitely enjoy the long, slow runs a lot more than I used to.

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