Season of the Snow

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The falling snow is quiet. It descends endless and soft on the ground, blanketing the earth like a goose feather quilt. This eerie silence however, will not last long. In the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, thousands of ski and snowboard junkies will rise early to get those first precious tracks in the newly arrived powder. I grew up in this world. My parents took me skiing for the first time when I was three years old. Along with my two older brothers and our group of friends, we excitedly anticipated every weekend of which we would spend riding the mountain.

When I was fourteen, I began to teach ski and snowboard lessons at our local mountain, Monarch. It was one of the best experiences of my young life. I couldn't have asked for a cooler first job. This was a time to learn about myself, as well as learn about working and communicating with other people. It was a time I got to spend with my family and best friends. Nothing could be more fun than riding down the mountain with my legs burning and my breath frosting only to reach the bottom and collapse in a pile of my favorite people.

FAMILY AND FRIENDS -------->>

I have been away from riding for going on three years now. When I graduated high school and left for college, I needed a change. I went to the beaches of Florida. I may be coming on a time however, when I am ready to hit up the mountains again. Perhaps, maybe not to the same extent though. Looking back on my experiences as a snow riding mountain junkie, I have so much appreciation for being able to grow up in such a wonderful place. While I am living in the south right now, I will never stop being a northern, mountain girl. I am sure I will never fully get used to having Christmas without white!

The season of the snow will always be a favorite of mine. There are endless memories in my mind of countless snow experiences and laughs. I can't imagine a future without adding more!


MONARCH MOUNTAIN, CO --------->>