The park and its people are getting ready for the holidays. We wait for the skies to start dumping snow and for a weird little hibernation to start. Maybe that is the wrong way to describe it. Winter is a combination of hiding out in our dark little houses and playing even harder than we do when it is 75 degrees out.
Here in the mountains, the days are short and nights are dark, but on the weekends, we layer up, throw the skis on and don’t come back until dark.
We shush our skis through miles of snow and soak in the low winter light, breathe in the air sparkling with ice crystals, and enjoy a nip of whiskey here and there.
We sneak past secret places.
We talk, we don’t talk, we whiz down hill sides, we push up slopes until our heart is pumping, our layers are peeled off and the only thing left in our brains is the same crispness that’s in the air.
Oh…I do like winter.