An early start and some ambitious packing got us to the Skitube just as the sun was pushing above the cloud-shrouded mountains, and to the snow not long after the first lifts opened. We spent the day tearing it up in blustery conditions and, not having goggles, every time I turned into the wind, the icy particles stung my eyes.

There had been a big dump of fresh powder overnight and the ridgeback at Blue Cow opened for the first time this season. As I hurtled down the run, the Field ringing in my ears, I thought about the feeling of freedom you get on a board. My theory is that it stems from being self-propelled and retaining the ability to think, “I want to go there“ and with a slight adjustment in posture to be able to, fast. I can’t think of any other sport that gives you this kind of flexibility, but I imagine flying would be similar.

It looks like it’s going to be a bumper season this year. This is good. If the addiction takes hold any more strongly, I may just have to buy a board. Also good.

In summary: snow is good and money, well, isn’t it the root of all evil? It make sense to minimise the evil around, right?

Posted in Locomotion on Monday July 14, 2008.

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