Day #1 is in the books

Whooo-eeee!    Yesterday was full of powder, growing lift lines and burning thighs.  And an ice beard, but that's not unusual.  It was also my first day on the slopes.  I spent last week touring the trails out back, pushing through deep fluff with my skinny's and Tischer struggling to stay afloat.  

Doing so also jogged my muscle memory of what it's like to have two planks attached to my feet. It did me good because yesterday I was feeling on it!  It could have been the "hero" snow, I say that only because while it is unique condition to ski in, it is also a little more forgiving as hip deep snow absorbs and holds you in place-unless you are really flailing.  

Hanging back on my heels as much as my legs would allow, I tried to lead with my tips visible above the white.  And then when I'd arrive at the line-up and ease my stance, my legs would quiver with delight.  And I would grin at the beauty of it.  Day number one of the season is in the books and I couldn't be happier.  

I had to dedicate today to shoveling because the forecast calls for up to 26 inches by tomorrow again, and as I have come to learn, I can't wait for it to stop snowing to start clearing it away.  If I did that, well, I'd be digging tunnels before hallways.  Even though it's the weekend (I rarely head to the resorts on weekends because I have that luxury), I think given the circumstances and the company, that day number two starts tomorrow at 7AM.  Wooooo-eee!