“We skied with Laszlo from 3 to 5:30. The guy just loves to ski, and he flies. He took us into the trees and he ripped parallel turns down a mtb trail that was as wide as a jeep road. After the sun set on the double we skied the remaining sun on The Face…”
For me, summer has become the ski season “of the mind” — going on exploratory missions, trimming brush, and researching deals for the next year. But something happened a few years ago and I actually began to enjoy the summer, and the mountains, for being what they are.
I can trace the origin of this feeling to a specific camping trip to Mt. Greylock many summers ago. Although I went to the mountain with an ulterior motive — scouting out the legendary Thunderbolt — the trip was far more memorable for everything else that happened.
“We skied the whole mountain, but focused on the steepest terrain. In the afternoon, when conditions peaked, we lapped Plunge and Blockbuster…”
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