Ski
Skiing was my first love. From the time i hit the slopes for the first time I knew i had some connection to the mountain. I never knew exactly what it was but i always felt drawn to them. At various times in my life I have retreated to the mountains to “find myself” again or whatever new age title you want to give it. I went after i got out of my wheelchair after a car accident, i dropped out of college and moved to a ski town and i went when I left everything I thought I wanted out of life. About 3 years into high stress and low life experiences I realized the the money and cars were not making me happy and I was once again drawn back to the mountains to settle on my new path. I feel at home in the mountains as does my father and my whole family. There is something about a blue sky day in the powder, a gray day getting snowed on and an all around feeling of oneness with something that has always and will always bring me back to the mountains and yes I will ski them……hard.
