The past few days marked the third and, irritatingly, largest storm that has passed us to the South. El Nino has nudged the Jet Stream a couple hundred miles to the South of Breckenridge and with a metaphorical aura of humor has neglected us of the snow we long for so greatly. I realize it is still the early season and my anger might be predeveloped but come on! Am I creating a star wars-esq force field that inevitably deflects all snow from the 50 mile radius bubble I call my home? Are the snow gods entertaining themselves this winter with a perversely directed reality TV show starring yours truly as the protagonist? Either way, science or fantasy, this puts me into a mental state that I did not expect to encounter on my, slowly turning lackadaisical, adventure. I understand that “good things come to those who wait” but when you observe the sole goal you have sought out to achieve/experience slowly become jeopardized, the ball quickly changes courts and you are left idle, hoping for a drastic change of events. This is what I call Bullshit. A Bullshit natural phenomenon that is beginning to plague my experience out west.
150 miles south of Breckenridge Colorado a small “mom and pop” ski resort sits nestled in the San Juan portion of the Colorado Rockies. Ignorant to the rest of the commercial skiing world, Wolf Creek Resort, sits back and admires its stealthy existence, which almost all vacationers are ignorant to, and receives a constant bombardment of storms that repeatedly rape its slopes with feet and feet of snow. After torturing myself with snow reports from Wolf Creek it is easy to start to question my decision to establish myself in Breckenridge. Who knew that 150 miles could be the difference of feet and feet of snow. Needless to say the decision has been made to watch Wolf Creek’s weather and pounce on any opportunities for epic snow falls.
Right now, I’m waiting for a call from my manager from Cecilias, the call will determine my fate for the next few days. I might be obligated to work Cecilias happy hour from 4-9 (potentially until 2:00 am) or I could soon be on my way to the wintry bliss I have dreamed about since my re-introduction to downhill sports… I will be certain of my short term destiny within the next hour or two.
For one of the few times in my life I can say, frankly, that Fate is out of my hands.
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whitenitro // December 11, 2009 at 12:14 PM |
we are trying to hit the river tomorrow and get our first day in on like 30 trails hahah so i dont wana hear ur bitching. have patience my friend.