First love, the oldest ski races in the world — and how it feels to sit at the centre of things, just for a moment.
I started listening to this, and had no idea where it was going. You dip in and out of so many moments across the span of your life, it’s at once dizzying and perfectly emotionally logical. As you kept going, I found I was right there with you. I also grew up in a place with icy hills we called ski slopes because we’d never skied on a real mountain. Boone, North Carolina. You captured the essence of the longing I feel about my childhood in that rural place, and that ache of first love that never seems to leave us.
Wow, a stunning, stunning post! I’ve been waiting a while to read this as it’s a long one, but your beautiful butterfly post this morning was the catalyst for me to make a brew and and fly down those frozen slopes right alongside you. ⛷️ Another awesome read. ♥️
“Mountains shatter too. They get pushed up to impossible heights — and eventually stop growing. Tectonic plates shift and the world moves on.” You write like Robert Macfarlane ❤️
There is no more satisfying feeling than turning to some snoot trying to keep up with you doing something you've been doing since you were a kid and saying, "Ha! What a lark! Are you having hard time? I'm just warming up." GO Jill!
I've been looking forward to reading this since I saw Miter's note about this earlier. It far exceeded my high expectations! My only regret is that I read it after I already scheduled my post for tomorrow and I don't have enough time to go and make it better. Your wonderful writing makes me want to keep reading your work forever while also forcing me to improve my own prose.
I grew up skiing in California ⛷ and there is nothing I like better than to cruise down a pillowy mountain of snow. It fells like floating through clouds. You do it over and over again all day long. 🤗
It will always be Willard MOUNTAIN to me.
Multiply a cliffhanger. Again! Beautiful ride, in and out. Also again. Bravo
Sorry for the awkwardness, friend! I was excited to comment about skiing and Colorado, but I actually don't have that much to say. I'll come back after I feel less embarrassed... hahaha
Wow. You always leave us with so many questions! I'm gripped by a little sadness, you made it to the centre Jill, that is so rare. I have to know why you didn't stay. What happened, what brought you here into our lives? Let's go skiing!