When I wrote that I would attempt to rekindle some lost passion for skiing by exploring new locations, it was written with deliberate intention. Not some whimsical spur of the moment New Year’s resolution, so easy imagined yet more easily neglected.
Following through takes effort and often involves disconcerting action in direct contrast with normal habits. It involves deliberate and mindful mental recalibration. Creating a moment in which we allow ourselves to engage in something different and novel. And allowing ourselves to enjoy it for what it is rather than fighting against it, resistant to changing hard ingrained habits. It’s easier to make excuses than take the ride.
is was the furthest distance from home and most southern destination on my list. Driving south to ski is normally reserved exclusively for Magic Mountain powder days. Yet I found my car pointed south down I-91 on dry pavement and passing by the normal Magic exit. List aside, I had no other plans today and Mount Snow was one of the few ski areas not on holiday black out for vouchers. Reports of good bumps and warm spring-skiing-like weather solidified my decision.