Every Other Month - 11,980 FT.

Two words. Soul sport. 

 There is a certain magic that happens the moment I step foot on the slopes.

 And gaze out upon God's great creation.

 And marvel at the grandiose spectacle of nature herself.

 And man's manipulation of it.

For a moment, I tuck myself deep into the trees. 

The snow is soft. And I am alone. It is silent. The air is still.

I lay back and look up. And am reminded to find the silent and the still inside myself. Ahhh.

 And there's no place I'd rather be in that moment.

Until the next moment comes along. When there's no place I'd rather be than sharing the most divine chocolate bar with a swinging chair full of beautiful women.