The days are growing longer, and crystalline snow capped peaks give way to mountains of mud. While some of us handle this transition with grace and hope for new adventures, others simply crumble like corn snow.
We focus on the renewed feelings of spring in an effort to embrace the grace of mother nature, yet our thirst for fresh powder turns, and the sense of freedom found on the slopes cannot be quenched.
Closing Day here in Vail brings about a slippery slope of melancholy. Glorious pow stashes that free our souls all season long, endless blue skies, and the love of winter that brings us all together in this special place, these are my favorite things and thinking about them ending for a few months gets me choked up every time.
For the most part I cope with the end of the season with sheer hope. Hope that next year will bring more pow and endless adventure, as it always does. The same hope that I carry around all season and dedicate my snow dances to. Hope is a powerful feeling and a necessity on the path of life. Ernst Bloch proclaims that human hope is an “utopian hunger” in his work “Principle of Hope.”
Then there are all of the end of season festivities to get excited about! Pond Skimming Championships, FREE Live Music and silly costumes are highlights of the celebration. Don’t miss it!
Now get out there and embrace what time we have left in our winter wonderland, while holding hope that next season will be filled with endless adventures, blue skies, deep powder, and freedom found.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all. ~Emily Dickinson