I spent Friday night thinking about the snow falling outside. It actually kept me awake. 1) because I knew it would be hard to run in at 7 a.m and 2) I wanted to go skiing in it and 3) I had to go to my son's basketball game. I was going to be on a tight a.m. schedule. When I got up at 7, Catherine and I texted each other that we'd just make it a treadmill day. But I went outside anyway and ran 6 outside in the fresh snow. I was hard, like running in sand--but the temps were mild. Then I came inside and ran another 5 on the treadmill. I went to my son's game, where his team lost the game 12-30 against a group of boys who were really tall and good players. It was fun to watch these little boys play like their life depended on it. It was a good experience for our team to lose and to have to play hard just to lose with some dignity. They learned a lot.... At noon, I was finally able to drive to Sundance. The canyon was packed because of the film festival. But the mountain itself was not that crouded. I had the best afternoon I've had in a long time. I only got 2 hours on Friday, but today I got 4. It snowed almost the whole time, and so all my favorite runs were knee deep. I met an old guy who skiied with me a few runs and absolutely changed my life with a few technique suggestions. I love old timers. I love their calm wisdom and years of happy skiing experiences. Skiing is amazing---no one there is having a bad day--No one. You ride the lift and tell each other funny stories, give each other suggesetions & directions to hidden spots, ask about each other's jobs, kids, childhood's--and no one is unappy in those moments. You could write a book filled with Dickension characters about the people you meet on the ski lift. It's the most amazing place to be made magical by a the white downy quilt that embraces the mountain and muffles the sound of your skis heading downhill. I went to bed filled with images of the snow and floating silently down hill. It was a really, really good day. | 