April 04th, 2018

I’m starting the spring ritual of putting away winter gear – packing snow boots in bins, putting storage wax on skis, and tucking gear packs into the back of closets. I’m already missing playing in the snow. But as I’ve been digging out the flip flops, scheduling a work day with the mountain bike trail crew, and making repairs on the sailboat, I realize that I’m also really looking forward to the coming season. Actually, I think that is one of the reasons that I love seasonal sports so much – they are special because I can’t do them all year. In the fall I can’t wait for the snow to fly because I haven’t been on snow for 6 months. In the spring I can’t wait for the trails to dry out because I haven’t ridden my favorite single track in 6 months. Don’t get me wrong – I still hope some day to experience an endless winter with a summer trip to the Andes. But, the seasonal nature of winter sports stokes my desire to get out a few more times before the lifts close because the season is about to turn.