At the end of 2014, I dreamt of a 2015 very different from the year that past. A year more similar to 2013. Those dreams have not really come true, yet: The MTB trip to the mountains on Gran Canaria that would kick the year off never happened. Martin fell ill with some mysterious sickness (that he still has not recovered from) so we had to cancel at the very last minute. My tibia and fibula have healed but my periosteum still thinks that I am injured and makes me want to scream every time I expose it to a pair of ski boots, so long backcountry tours are out of the question. And the snow pack is everything I wish it wasn’t: A rain storm at the break of the new year followed first by a dry spell and later on by a big storm has contributed to really sketchy conditions. So far there has been no fatalities in Sweden, but there has been some close calls. Down on the continent, and especially in the French alps, conditions seem to be even more dangerous. There has been so many avalanche fatalities this season that I’ve almost lost count (no I haven’t, I’ve counted to 10 so far, but I’m guessing that I’ve only heard of a fraction of those that actually occured [edit: add another 12 to that]). I don’t know if climate change has anything to do with this year’s conditions, perhaps it’s just a weather cycle, but I can’t help thinking that what we are observing now is a premonition of what lies ahead. I find it both depressing and very scary. Martin found a really good blog post posted by Mcnab Snowboarding. I think that it’s really well worth reading: A season like no other – so what do we do now?.
Ever since 2015 started, I have mainly spent my life working and caring for the sick one. Mainly. And I did say yet right? I’ve also been to Tromsö on a job interview, and there is a pretty darn big chance that I will move there this summer. No, I won’t talk about that yet. Not before I know for sure. Its too big. Too important for me.
But even though January this year did not prove to be the most glamorous ever, even if that pretty snow that fell during X-mas rained away, and the snow that came after that also rained away, and the one after that, even if I’ve worked exactly as much as I always do in January and always promise myself I will never do again, January 2015 has still been OK.
Because there has been days like this.
Because after (or in between) those rains, there has been snow, and because I can ski cross country.
Because, even though my legs are protesting loudly, I actually have been back on my downhill skis. And in the forest. With Maria. In the snow.
Because eventually, the pain will go away. Eventually, snow conditions will become more stable. Eventually, the hobbit will get well. Eventually.
P.S. My friend Matt also posted a blog post on my FB time line this week. If you ever want to get some inspiration to get back on track, I recommend you read it. Actually, I recommend you read it anyway. This is a darn tough woman.