I felt just a little bit somber the entire time I was up there, and several times thought about skiing with folks that I knew whom I saw up on the slopes today kickin' around. But instead, I chose to just cruise around by myself. I realized that my depressed mood had nothing to do with the beautiful day and the skiing, but everything to do with the fact that it's been just over a year since my dad died. He's the one who gave me the gift of skiing so many years ago when I was just a little squirt out on the hill behind our house. He used to tell me and my brother that it would make us stronger skiers if we would side-step up the entire hill to earn our turns, and I think he was very right in that respect.
|the view up-canyon from Eagle chair at Solitude|