Like the road we choose, T IME ran out.
My wife said, "Staring this, staring at the grass at the bottom left." Save it in your mind. "
A piece of white snowman's field is at least one foot deep. In the middle of the night, it tilted to the east a few inches overnight, tilted towards the distant woods and the far hills, and hanging the top of the mountain on the veil on the clouds. The sunlight reflects. The gray gap, which is reflected in the silver summary from the ray, provided a glimpse of the blue sky.
The scenery is ours. No soul. Slowly inhaling, I issued a more deliberate exhalation, as if it was prompted by a yogi or coach. At the last stop of a long weekend to Volm, this is our last moment on the skiing board.
One or two deep breaths filled it once or twice, and we turned around and hurried back: For the children, we let us sleep in the morning of this president, and quickly arrived in our luggage. In the end, the daily work we came here was to escape.
When I grew up in the New York State Center, I am a younger brother who has a free style. When his boots were late, he entered the binding. It was not until the sixth grade I joined our middle school ski club, and I took the mountain skiing.
Every Winter Friday, if snowfall is allowed-at the time they always did it-we took about 45 minutes of bus from my hometown of 2,100 feet high Greek peaks from my hometown to Cortland. Essence For me, my brother is a novice to avoid risks, or may be HAHNNNENKAMM.
When other people of this age went to the steep hills, I insisted on the rabbit slope and locked the ski board on permanent V and snow. The snow was tilted. From the top to the bottom to the bottom, I planted a short distance from top to bottom. Essence In the next two years, I gradually improved and became more and more brave. I graduated from the T -type rod to the chair lift, and rode higher, which was reduced (no longer the intermediate trail).
From time to time, the atmosphere of excessive confidence blows on my back. Cover my eyes behind the red goggles, stick it on the white plastic mask, and wear a dark blue and white knitted hat. Each side is sewed with red "American". I like myself as the future as the future. Olympic champion.
Then, I pushed my pole to the mountainside, then pushed myself forward, went downhill, and then squatted in the plug, unable to control the speed. Within a few seconds, the edges will be grasped. The limbs will open in various ways. My Olympic dream died on the mountain.
Survival is comfort. I will soon retire to A-Frame Lodge. Drinking hot cocoa, devouring my mother's Salami-I-PROVOLOLONE sandwiched. It was full but not realized, and I finished all night.
When I was in high school, I skiped the next decades-and Salamie sandwiches.
Before the wife living in Maryland met, I never visited Nordic skiing boards. However, she is a New England, but she likes off -road skiing.
Therefore, after getting engaged and settled near Boston, I visited a REI store and sold it on off -road equipment and was completely equipped.
Initially, we encountered some small trails on the local golf course. In winter and winter, ski channels. Several outings, we visited the Washington Valley in New Hampshire on weekends. Like my wife, I was fascinated.
When our child comes-the first son, the daughter next, 18 months apart-we have not done too many travels, and have fewer skiing for a few years. However, once they are large enough and are equipped with their own skiing boards, we will return to these two.
We ski on the property of his wife and aunt in southern Hampshire, and in a farm near another aunt's house in the coastal area of Maine. We ski in the local park, once in our street, before the city plowed in the storm snow. We also returned to Washington Mountain, and during the school vacation in February, Bretton Woods became the annual destination.
You can access the route and snow -capped vision, accompanied by exquisite convenience facilities and other activities. The fireplace meal and relax. When we are lucky, in the outdoor hot water bathtub, there are signs of living a better life. Free skiing through the woods, on the Brooks and open pastures, it is a way to live a better life.
Whenever and wherever, no matter where, I will feel off -road skiing. Once I passed the initial troubles and puffiness, I took a big step and experienced the description of the senior runner.
No matter the skilled skating athletes, I quickly cried, and made me go to X -shaped ski marks. Alternatively, the husband and wife of Septuagenarians usually defeat me in their classic ski style. Seeing them believe: "This is how I want one day." This is the only "want" or "if" penetrates my top empty.
I realized that before paying attention to mindfulness, I was realizing: skiing, breathing and breathing cold, crispy air.
There is a rhythm off -road. Each pole is curved into compact snow. One, then the next. Each ski board is rustling on the surface, which is corrugated paper corrugated paper. One, then the next.
Soon, these sounded disappeared because the bird's Chi thorns or streams attracted your ears. Snowflakes on fireworks and Sup fluff, filtering the sun into the forest, causing your attention.
Pay attention to divert from exhaustion, skiing has become an entertainment activity. The distance and time ( the farther? How long?) It has nothing to do with it.
If you ski with my wife and/or children, we sometimes talk and stop occasionally. Some people may need to rest. Those who fall may need to assists. However, in general, we are present quietly. Mutual and natural.
In recent years, it is particularly pleasant to see children participating in this sport. After they left me on their track, I looked at it more and more. In fact, my daughter wants to ski. It will be next year; I know she will be invisible.
This year, we changed from the past routine activities and chose to try Vermont on the weekend of the president. We booked a room in Stowe's Trapp Family Lodge. Stowe was the first place in the United States to cross -country ski -off -road networks.
Time-The snowstaking week in the season-as beautiful as historic-jointly provides us with our most meaningful ski experience.
We have perfect conditions: heavy snow and peace of mind.
A few months before our latest Nordic New England resort, I made a lot of thinking for my changes in daily life. To control what I control. Make sure that my body space is in the same psychological position.
In other words, as the recent reading and hearing choices reflected. what else. Who in life and what is really important. Why should I be more grateful and unwilling. How to avoid past regrets, future assumptions and dissatisfaction with the first world.
When we arrived in the forest and open pasture, when Von Trapp brought their motherland Austria to the village in Volm, I found what I wanted: static, lasting.
On the first morning there, we made a maple sugar trip on snow shoes. The guide is the guide of "farmers' poaching", which is rich in performance and information. He recited a poem of Robert FRost. At that time, these words were lost on me, and the remaining facts left on the weekend were with me.
That afternoon, I ruptured on the new wild skiboard, which is more suitable for the details of our 2,500 acres of environment. Just like the jar at the bottom of the tree, wait for the collection of maple syrup to cook it into sugar. The words of Frost, the symbols of those Frost's words were printed on his head. I stopped to deal with what I miss.
This poem is "birthplace", which is about the connection and inspiration of that environment. When I ski, when I continue to ski in the next two days, its meaning becomes clearer.
However, I am so happy that I have not been meditated on the skiboard. On the one hand, I just like to look at those skiboard literally. It became wider in remote areas, they swiped easily, rotated smoothly, and obviously allowed some off -road adventures.
I also like to burn the calories before the skiing boards falling down, so that I feel the inner GUI in the later indulgence, including my first taste for the Salami people over the years, and in the cooked food in Vienna Lager The store committee served.
On the last night of Stowe, after enjoying several world -class indoor musician concerts and dinner, we packed up and left.
The next morning, my wife and I woke up as early as everyone else and decided to log in to another circle. When the sun rises, we wear dresses, enter the cold, and pull off the ski board from the car.
After half an hour, we stopped. We have spent a few days. physically. mentally. Emotionally. On the ski board. on the screen. Together. Everyone seems to be very happy. staff. Other guests. Other skirs. Our house.
I know we must leave. I long for us to return.
Bob Socci has been a radio station for the New England Patriot since 2013. You can find some of his works on www.bobsocci.com and www.985thesportshub.com .