It's that time of year, the "Shoulder Season"....that no mans land between summer sports and winter sport, well at least in this part of the country.
It's the time where after dinner, it's usually damp and dark out, I head to my work shop and work on skis, mine, the kids, friends. When i've done them all, I do mine again.
My boots which are parked next to my exercise equipment in the gym for inspiration, take the trek to the first floor. A good ski movie or any movie, the tootsies return to their favorite caves...ah...das boot!
The ski bag get's brought up from the cedar closet, unpacked to see if there's something I really need knowing there isn't. I think it's the physical inventory part that makes me feel right, yes, I know, a big leap. My dresser has the camera, the FRS energy cubes, the cards and the noise cancellors all ready to be packed into the boot bag. The ski coat and ski pants are in my closet where I can see them each day....man am I bit nuts....thinking about skiing every 6 minutes.....
Yeah I know it's the Shoulder season with the cold weather here now in the 30's at night with lots of frost and calling for snow next week. I'd forgo the perfect turkey to ski here Thanksgiving morn.....I need an intervention, I'm in crisis...each year at this time....the "Cold Shoulder Season" has arrived.
All this and sliding and dinning with some of my best ski buds who are as or nearly as passionate (crazy) about this sport as me. Yes I'm not alone...there are "others" out there.
THis gives me solice!
best,
G