ski crash

No doubt the day had been marvelous. So far it had all come together. The snow, the sun, the snow. It was epic, it was sick, it was radtastic, it was probably the best you’ve ever skied. That was until… Yard Sale!!! The yard sale is libel to strike at any time. In the back country. (preferable: less people around to see it.) In the park. (moderately undesirable: not really shameful but everyone has to wait and gets annoyed.) On a groomer under the lift (highly undesirable: maximum shame and certainty of heckling) There is something to the presence of a lift that seems to push skiers to their limits. To ride the fine line that resides between control and a massive explosion of limbs and […]