Paul E. Anna: High Points
December 11, 2008
A storm hit here on Monday night and continued dropping soft snow into Tuesday.
Did you catch the powder day? Good on you, as the Aussies say.
Tuesday dawned both gray and cold. There was about 3 inches of fresh snow covering my car and on my deck. It looked promising so I pulled out the computer and logged on to aspensnowmass.com. The snow conditions indicated that there were 9 inches of new snow on Aspen and up to 17 on Snowmass. It was at that moment that I should have got my sorry ass out of bed, brushed my teeth, pulled on my base layer, grabbed my jacket and sped out the door.
Instead, I lingered. I thought I had all day. So I checked my e-mail. Then I checked a flight schedule. Then I got on the phone. Then I started to fool around on the Web. Then I began to work on a project and then, and then, etc., etc. As you can imagine, the clock did not stop while I dilly-dallied around doing the things that I have to do, all of which are far less important in the great scheme of things than a powder day. About noon I reconciled myself to the creeping fact that I was not going to get out on the hill and I continued working.
About 3 p.m., my computer made that little noise that it makes when a new e-mail has landed in my inbox. It was from Skico and was a batch of photos touting the new snow. I downloaded one, waited for it to open and was overjoyed to see a female skier in a red jacket floating through the powder below the gondola. Almost instantly, however, I was filled with regret for not having taken advantage of a situation that I knew in my soul was of greater value than the tasks I had chosen to complete that very morning.
Not long afterward, a friend who had been in line for the bucket at 8 a.m. that morning called full of vim and vigor to tell me that “It was just like we hadn’t missed a day and we’re right back to last winter.” That may have been an overstatement, but still, the day both looked and sounded spectacular and I could only live it vicariously. Woe is me.
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Why, you ask, do I share this pathetic whine with you? It is to provide a cautionary tale. This weekend, there is a storm that will be blowing in from the Gulf of Alaska. It has the potential to dump lots of light, fluffy snow.
Don’t do what I did. These days are blessed events. Get up. Get out.
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