Sunday, January 25, 2004
Going down the hill Friday night, I thought to myself, "This is great. Why don't I do this all the time?" Thinking about it, I realized that about 10% of skiing consists of moments when it is so perfect that you exist in a world of bliss. The rest of the time is consumed by finding your stuff, dealing with your stuff, being colder than you thought possible, standing in line, riding the chairlift, getting to the slopes, going home from the slopes-- all that, and it's expensive, too. Before I learned to ski, I didn't understand what people meant when they compared it to sex. The similarities are clearer to me now.
