Killington
Killington
For those of you who are here for the conditions, let me get right to the point.
I arrived @killingtonmtn at about 11am. Parking was plentiful because only the pagans were out on Easter Sunday. Just kidding. I was channeling my dad. I think skiing Killington is the greatest way to be closer to God today, if you believe in such things.
Superstar was super-slick. I skied it with my forever ski sister, Nichelle, and her husband, Bobby. But, now that I see the direction it faces, it makes sense. Killington Peak and Snowdon skied well as the snow was softer.
The snow quality (and weather) was like a teenager’s emotions: wildly erratic. We had ice, perfect snow, and slop that stuck to your bases. We also had clouds, heat, cold, and sun-snow.
For those of you here for something more, let me share my musings. I’m not a religious person, but skiing made me a spiritual one. Good Friday to Easter and my personal life have really paralleled each other this week. And if you look at the whole Jesus story more as figurative than literal, then life’s patterns make more sense.
Every time I have a breakup, I really suffer on a metaphorical cross because rejection is hard. And there’s generally a sense of betrayal and humiliation for all parties involved, much like Jesus had. There’s also the hoping that you can get out of the inevitable pain, like Jesus prayed for in Gethsemane.
But skiing has always been a part of my resurrection since I was in my mid-twenties. Every time I have a breakup, I turn to skiing and some good comes of it—whether it’s rebuilding my confidence or finding a community that understands me. As further evidence of this, looks like the Catskills will be getting a big storm around my bday this week. I guess my path in life is to just keep skiing and things will fall into place.
No beer today, just a Bloody Mary. I normally think they’re disgusting, but Killington is the exception.
Every time I have a breakup, I really suffer on a metaphorical cross because rejection is hard. And there’s generally a sense of betrayal and humiliation for all parties involved, much like Jesus had. There’s also the hoping that you can get out of the inevitable pain, like Jesus prayed for in Gethsemane.
But skiing has always been a part of my resurrection since I was in my mid-twenties. Every time I have a breakup, I turn to skiing and some good comes of it—whether it’s rebuilding my confidence or finding a community that understands me. As further evidence of this, looks like the Catskills will be getting a big storm around my bday this week. I guess my path in life is to just keep skiing and things will fall into place.
No beer today, just a Bloody Mary. I normally think they’re disgusting, but Killington is the exception.
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