I miss the feeling of skiing switch.
The load up as you press into your tips and then pop off the ground. The float as the knees pull up and rotate. And finally, landing gear down, stomped.
Edges immediately engaged. As you lean back and forth, shuffling your right foot then your left, soft carved out curves form in front of you as you speed away from them.
I miss the feeling of skiing switch.
The feeling of spinning or flipping almost in a chaotic twister of skier, skis, and tall tees suddenly interrupted by a slushy landing. Staring that knuckle or rail end down as you quickly glide away.
I miss the feeling of skiing switch. Snow come back to me baby