It’s been a week since I’ve strapped on skis, far too long. The season is coming to an end and the tourists have exited, leaving the mountain to the locals. I am still carving first tracks at ten. As the wind hits me, I hold out my arms to feel it rushing over my shoulders and push myself faster down the hill. It’s as if it’s the first time I’ve breathed all week. I am in my happy place.
I have few places where my mind calms, my body naturally responds, and my spirit strengthens. When it comes to the outdoors, it’s usually on a pair of skis or my horse. And more often than not, it’s away from hordes of people.
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