Is skiing >/</= sex, love, life?
This is my first summer on the board and I can see things get pretty stale around here. So I've been thinking, for most of us, skiing (or, ugh, riding;) ) has been such a constant, and is so central to our lives that we have few memories, good or bad that aren't involved with it in some way.
This thread is for sharing those memories with the rest of us. How has skiing changed or affected your life? In what ways is it related to the events that have made you the person you are today? I know there are some damn fine writers lurking out there so please post up the hilarious or tragic ski related stories from your past or present.
Don't be shy. Post as often as you wish.
I'll start.
My recent literary endeavor over in the padded room (http://www.tetongravity.com/forums/s...ad.php?t=55502) has reminded me of how much skiing has influenced my life and also reminded me of a short story I once told on T-tips in a thread about skiing barefoot. I dug it up and here it is:
"For me it would...
blah blah socks, blah blah liners
...you and your boot.
On another note, there was this girl, a descent skier, who used to work in marketing at my old mountain (I say 'girl' because this was quite a long time ago). She took up skiing sockless, but only when she tele'd, not when she alpined. She said she really liked it and felt that it helped her "feel her skis more”. Though initially I found this somewhat barbaric, being an extremely fanatical tele skier even back then, I couldn't imagine anything sexier...
Until she confessed to me on the chairlift one day that she didn't wear underwear while tele skiing either.
Well, I was quite taken with this girl at the time, and I about fell off. In retrospect, I think she may have been exaggerating just to toy with me a little but at the time, blinded as I was by a young man's lust, I was perfectly content to believe her.
I later learned first hand of this girl's disregard of undergarments (though not just while tele skiing). Of course, it was never the same as the fantasy that it was only the passion for tele skiing that caused her to disregard socks, and underwear. Alas, we soon went our separate ways, her to a bigger town and career prospects, me to a smaller town and more snow. I ran into her a couple of years ago, she was engaged and immersed in carreer and city life. She said she didn't have a pass and hadn't skied at all that season. Needless to say, I was quite disapointed and would really rather not have known.
To this day though, whenever I hear of the sock debate, I remember that girl, and that ride up the chairlift, and that's how I like to remember her."
