My outside passion is skiing. I started when I was 15 in Huntington, New York on a rope tow and lace up boots. And I have been at it ever since and still can't ski very well.
It has been three seasons since skis have been on my feet. it is getting to the point in my life that it concerns me that I might not ever so certain things again...it is my age that is speaking on that one. Skiing was right there..and also wondering if I will ever have another animal. Such important things to me and this chapter of life has some pages I want to tear out. Skiing was on the list this year and I got there by totally skiing like crap which is better than not skiing so screw it.
My friend, B, has a family place in Taos. And this is another odd thing--making a new friend now. I have known B for a few years but not well. We decided to see what would happen if we spent some more time together by going skiing. It all worked and we are working slowly at it, still. Having ended a long, long time friendship recently I am a bit raw and hesitant to emerge myself. Too vulnerable, too time consuming. I do have faith and hope which are differentiators for me.
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| Beautiful day on ungroomed slopes |
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| Yeah, I wore a helmet for the first time |
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| Really, really good meal. A true chef makes a difference |
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| It's Taos. Gotta be a kiva |
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| Ok, so I collect these. Shut up. |
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Dinner. Sometimes this makes sense.
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