Even as a child, long before skiing entered into my world, I loved snow. I have few childhood memories for some reason, but an abundance of them seem to include snow.
I loved sledding in the hills around my house, making snowmen and the obvious snowball fights with the neighbors.
However, the first thing I would do when jumping in the snow would be to fall backwards into it's welcoming embrace, and make a snow angel.
I can still feel the slight resistance the snow would make against my double layer of levis. The snow falling over my hood into my face. Standing up and looking at your creation, trying to perfect the form. That was pure Joy.
Well, on the way home today I have to cross over Teton Pass, where it has been snowing most of the day. I am going to pull my truck over, get out and make me one helluva snow angel. I will be 4 years old, and all will be right with the world.
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