I started to think of everything I have given up to ski. I mean, my family all lives in Florida, I gave up a $75k a year promotion, live in a studio< (yea its sun valley but i do not know anyone).
WHy?
Man, the feeling of being out on the mountain with all the white covered trees after a fresh snow fall, the crisp cold feeling in the morning, ripping down past ski patrol (I do respect them, im no punk). Looking forward to hearing the "click" sound from the boots meeting the bindings. being up in the trees where no one has even touched yet, so quiet you can actually hear the cold air. man, im ready to ski.