Wax Em Up

You could say I have a bit of an iPhone addiction. Not necessarily for texts or emails, no, I get enough of those at work to make them fairly unattractive. I do, however, have a fairly regular desire to check out my photo bank. A while ago I got into the habit of snapping iPhone photos of beauty moments that life in the seems to regularly throw our way. Lately, I've been going back to this particular shot. For me, it really summarizes what skiing at Whitewater is all about. I almost like being 15-20 chairs back after the Summit cracks so you get to witness the onslaught of shredding down the Blast on a powder morning. People on the chair howling, rippers on the run charging. It's a vibe I've grown to cherish, and thankfully it happens a lot in this particular geographical location we call home. I'm not sure what day this was, or specifically what time of year it was. And it wasn't a huge dump. But it was cold, and the sky was blue, I was with my youngest kid and the stoke factor was high. And really, if a picture was to capture what it means to ski here, I'd venture to say this is it. No credit to the photographer or the equipment, just being there. Absolutely right time right place. Here's to a beauty season everybody. Go get yourself some moments.