#TBT and celebrating 50 years if Zeppelin.
A nylon backpack, a cassette deck, #Alpental some soft, bouncy K2 180's
And a girl in her early teens, hanging out with
Some skilled, smoking hot adult skiers.
I used to make tapes on my cassette of favorite songs.
When I learned to ski right on the edge of losing control, that quiet time when all you hear is your breath, heartbeat and the music in your backpack.
Perfect rhythm of fluid knees and a quiet upper body after choosing the perfect line.
https://youtu.be/0bcIjILqORM ~we come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot Springs flow...~ https://youtu.be/5eHkjPCGXKQ
For the back country
And fresh #pow when #MikeVowels and friends taught me to ski safely off the grid.
Picture it, with the following music, on a sunny morning, first ride:
When it was chair 3 or chair 4, #International was a right of passage and #EdelwiessBowl was a quiet, secret place.
Using skis as lounge,chairs, drinking beer on the top , in the sun, passing a doobie.
And,these tunes were for the ride up the chair:
Listening to Ramble On, the sun on your face, eyes closed , quads burning, hearing skiers below you. Edges, breath, pole plants and celebratory hollars.a
My brother taught me how to tune my own skis. I took a lot of pride in that and the ritual involved.
Knowing every edge, smoothing out every burr, hot waxing a thin coat of speed on the bottom, trimming the tunnel, adjusting your own bindings it was a
Labor of love and finesse.