As you stand atop a snow-capped mountain and look around on a clear day, everything seems to glow, the sun rays hit all mountains around and make the snow shine pristine white. You can’t help but be moved by the beauty around, gape in wonderment, feel blessed for being there.
But let’s rewind a bit..just a small bit. How do you get atop a snow-capped mountain? Simple. You drive to a ski resort. But a lift ticket, strap on your skis or snowboards and board one of the chairs on a chair lift. The network of cables set up chairs (yes chairs, they are open) which seat anywhere between 2 to 6 people, depending on the resort, take you, real slow, up a mountain. All you do is sit back and enjoy. Well, it took me a while to get to the stage of sit back and enjoy bit. Initially, I was too concerned about the getting off the chair bit to enjoy anything. But once I got the hang of getting down without my backside meeting the snow-covered ground, I did start enjoying my journey up.
The view on your way up is amazing. You get to see the tress and the various mountain features from a different angle. You get to see people of different experience level coming down the slope. And you get to sit with some real awesome strangers on your journey up, who all share your love for the outdoors and are excited to be there.
Once on top and off the chair everyone disperses in different directions. There are snow tracks coming down the mountain for every difficulty levels. For most parts as I look around and enjoy the view, D goes investigating.
There are some areas that are roped off. Meaning they are too dangerous and should not be used by anyone. But does that stop everyone? Well not really and you do see a couple of people making their way around the rope.
Then is the expert level slopes most commonly called the ‘Black Diamond’ run. Steep steep slopes which I stay far, far away from. But something D thrives on, so I leave him to those.
I turn around and make my way towards the intermediate slopes, called the ‘Blue Slopes’. And just about the time when I am having a tough time making my way down a particularly difficult section of the slope, I always spy a 8-9 year old zipping past me. I look around sheepishly, thinking to myself, ‘What am I doing here? I don’t belong’. And then I look around again at the beauty and my spirit picks up. So what if I am not too good, I do manage to make my way down and I love the feeling of being on a slope.
Sometime added incentive comes in form of D crashing. That too on a simple slope. And I love to rub it in. And sometimes am extra lucky for being able to capture a proof of this crash. What fun 👿 😀 😀 😛
And so goes the day. Getting to the bottom and taking the chair back up. Finally the lifts close for the day, everyone hits the common area for some drinks and Nachos (with extra cheese). Sometimes there is live music, making the winding down process all the more fun.
And no I will not talk about the sour muscles that hurt for a week after. Nope not talking about that. No way.