Getting my feet cold…

Last Friday, Park City Mountain opened up a few trails and I felt obliged to go in order to keep my ski Mojo and get my “feet cold”. It was mid-afternoon when I showed up at the parking lot to begin my 72nd ski season. 

The temperature was balmy, the crowd thin and my greatest difficulty was for my old feet to return inside my stiff ski boots. It was very, very hard at first. Eventually, my feet managed to do it, but wondered “How much longer will I be able to go through that?” 

I choose not to answer that question and ambled to the chairlift carrying my skis on my shoulder that at first felt too heavy. 

Then, miraculously, it all came back as I had hoped, including the fact that man-made snow isn’t for me anymore and probably never was. Skiing wasn’t good, but my last day of skiing was less than 6 months ago at Snowbird and I absolutely felt the urge to get back to it.

Against all odds, I stood on my ski like a big boy and at no time was my balance precarious (I put that on the account of one-legged tooth brushing). After four runs, I had enough, was done, returned to my car and felt like a ponderous load had been lifted off my shoulders!