Okay, I'm an addict. I can't help it. The strangest thing is that I'm not really a morning person - ask Mrs. Powstash, she'll tell ya. It's just that the powder and the juggle of a career and that I just can't let go of the dream of skiing when I want and how much I want. In one short year I went from my first dawn patrol to exclusive dawn patrol.
I realized this morning that I'm just looney, crazy, out there, gone.
Argument:
This past week I've dawn patrolled 4 times. 3 of them solo, 3 of them to Mount Aire (Parley's Canyon). Friends I dawn patrol with one day are not ready to roll the next day. Fact of the matter is, neither am I but like the coke addict, I just cannot say no to the powder. My wife thinks I've lost it.
This morning my dawn patrol partner didn't show. He overslept (we're even now). So I'm sitting there in my car, it's 10 degrees out, pitch black, 6 am, and I'm only 15 minutes from a warm bed with Mrs. Powstash...BUT I CAN'T START THE CAR. I know that although my body needs the rest, there are turns to be had, powder to be slayed. So out I go.
Evidence:
Last Friday - solo on Mt. Aire
Today - solo on Mt. Aire
Is it me, or does anyone see a dramatic change? Yea, I thought so.
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