On the hill: A fever for snow
December 21, 2011
ASPEN – Oh, God, it’s starting again – this compulsion to be on the mountain.
Even as I type this, I should be in bed. I don’t even know when I went to sleep last night. And yet I woke up early in a daze and hopped on the bus by instinct. I barely remember doing it.
I moved back here after living near Vail for seven years (go ahead and get your shots in now), thinking I’d be much better off living in town so I wouldn’t even need to start my car to get on the hill. Now I’m realizing I just wanted to make it easier to feed my insanity. When that switch goes off in my head, it has nothing to do with the amount of snow on the ground – the mountain itself, no matter how bare it is, draws me in.
Chris Anthony, one of the staples of Warren Miller’s ski films, wrote recently that he was addicted to heli-skiing in Alaska. It got so bad that he worried about possibly neglecting his family obligations to hop on a chopper. Jumping on the gondola isn’t quite comparable, but hey, I’m not Chris Anthony. I have my own limited set of skills, but the addiction’s pretty much the same no matter who you are or where your income and opportunities allow you to ski or ride.
So when you find yourself skipping your morning coffee, staggering onto the lift and wondering if you’re going to literally drift off, shoot me an email, and we’ll start a little support group.