Well we had a snow day on Monday, we got at least a foot of powder. Me and my buddies Cam and Tim went with me to Sugarloaf, The drive up was nuts, my car was sliding all over the road. Anyway we got up there , the first run was amazing but my feet were very sore. So I split up with Cam and Tim And went to the lodge and took of my second layer of socks, then I was good to go. I couldn’t find Cam and Tim, so I went as high up on the mountain as I could go I found myself in a blizzard of snow and wind. I was all alone on this one trail of powder. At times I would stop and listen to the snow and the wind blowing on the trail, the powder that my skies carve, that sweet sound of crunching snow as i glide down the trail. I was all alone on that trail but I didn’t feel like I was alone. It was a strange feeling, I could of stayed on that trail all day but I spent about twenty minutes on one stop. Then I returned to civilization again. I later met up with Tim and Cam and skied the rest of the day. I later found myself laying in my bed wondering about that one run that was all mine, I wondered how man survives on his own in a world of such harsh beauty. And more importantly how I would survive it.
