It Doesn't Get Any Better

Yesterday was a truly transcendental day of snowboarding up at Mount Rose. I wish I had something funny or insightful to say about it, but I don't--it was simply astounding beyond words. The conditions were Spring-like; warm temperatures, bright sunshine, good snow. Every turn, every slide, every reckless plunge was like music. It was perfect.

Snowboarding is not an easy sport to get into: It's expensive, it's time-consuming, and frankly (thought those of us who pursue it don't like to admit it) there are a lot of days when conditions are lousy and being up on the mountain just isn't that much fun. I'll say it: There are times when it just doesn't feel worth the effort and expense.

But then there are days like yesterday. Days when the sky and the snow and the mountain and every muscle in your body sings in complete unison and all is right with the universe. There are a lot of people who have tried snowboarding (and the lesser sport of skiing, which is still practiced by a few old-timers here and there) only to give up. It's really too bad, because if they could just hold on long enough to experience a day like I and a few friends had yesterday, they would understand. And not only would they understand, but they might end up like me and a handful of other degenerates, bound to spend their remaining winter days forever chasing after that high. And if they are very lucky and very dedicated, every once in a while they will find it.