The airbag has been popped, old and new stuff has been squeezed into bags, and Martin’s wild grown ski bum hair has been cut to a more civilized shape. My partner in crime has returned to reality, while I am still in Wonderland. Two months of almost all play and, what feels like, no work is over.
On the one hand, it feels like the two months just swooshed by. On the other, I hardly remember what it was like not living this way. I cannot remember what my expectations were. I know that I was kind of nervous that the snow wouldn’t be all that good, that I would find it hard to combine work and skiing – feeling guilty for not working while skiing and vice versa- and that spending two months with one single person would drive both of us crazy. I’m such a pessimist. But the good thing about being a pessimist is that you keep getting surprised over how well things turn out.
True, the snow was kind of crap to start off with, and we were terrified of the infamous avalanche prone snow in the Wyoming/Colorado mountains. But that gave us an opportunity to learn to read the snow, and get some proper work done.
And to be honest, it didn’t even take a week until we had our first good storm.
Looking back at these two months, I must say that I wouldn’t want them to have turned out in any other way:
We’ve driven Larry more miles than I thought my boney ass would be capable of enduring (If it is one thing that American engineering can do, its to make comfy car seats). Heck, we’ve travelled straight across Utah once and across Wyoming and Colorado twice during these two months.
We’ve gotten to ski snow that was much better than I would have dared to dream of and we’ve seen scenery that I am really at loss of words to describe.
We’ve eaten great food at a very decent amount of crappy diners
On top of all this, we’ve gotten to meet old and new friends that just made everything, well, there is no other word than awesome.
(and of course, Ken, Kristen, Staffan and Johanna, but I never managed to catch them on photo)
I’m sure I would have had a great time here in Wyoming on my own, its just such a wonderful place, but it just wouldn’t have been the same without someone to play with, and I got the most energetic player ever. I used to get on my friends nerves since I can never sit still. Well, I have once and for all met my superior. Thanks a million Martin for coming over, dragging me up all those hills at daybreak and just simply for sharing the fun! I may growl and spit and use foul language on the way up (well, not may, I always do), but as grumpy I am as I spit my lungs out climbing, as happy am I when I get to ski down and share it with someone who is as frantically in love with the mountains as I am. By the way, I never heard a word of that constant flow of southern Swedish of yours when we were skinning (due to my wheezing lungs and in general bad hearing,) but Im sure you said a whole lot of wise things and a whole lot of bullshit. I expect to have learned a significant amount of insubstantial information sub-consciously. In any case, I had a blast, and you were a great part of making that blast happen. I feel a bit sentimental, so I just cannot stop my stroll down memory lane. So here is a blast from the (very recent) past: Ah, those memories…
I big, huge, thanks to all you fantastic people that I’ve had the priviligde to meet during our tour around the Rockies.
Oh, and I nicked a whole lot of photos from Martin’s and David’s cameras. Thanks for sharing!