I love to snow ski. In fact, I largely orchestrated my life around skiing. I moved to Montana to ski, became a ski instructor and skied well in excess of 100 days a year for nearly 20 years. I don’t ski that much anymore; kids, wife, work, but I do still love it. I still teach about one day a week, in fact I was up teaching a couple from Texas today. It was a glorious day with great snow conditions and warm, sunny weather. I am almost 60, but can still ski fairly aggressively. I still love steep powder and bumps though I’m not as dynamic in the moguls as I used to be. Skiing the Northern Rockies puts me in my happy place, much like sitting on a butte glassing for antelope does.
I will live very close to skiing until I am very close to death.
