In our household there are two seasons: bike season and ski season. Rarely do they overlap. Once ski season begins, the bikes take a long winter nap. Bike shorts get stored away and ski pants and socks come out. The back of the car is no longer filled with bike helmets and scattered pairs of gloves, but ski helmets and poles. Bike legs take a backseat and ski legs take over… or try to. The calendar gets filled with weird codes in the corner like, “JN 2,” meaning I’ve gotten two ski days in. Yes, we keep track.
Our little resort, Powderhorn, opened early this year, on Saturday Dec. 7th. It was a cold, snowy opening day. The winding road up to the resort had one little clear path; everything else was snowpacked. A line of us snaked up the highway and through the little town of Mesa, Colorado. As we turned into the resort, I noticed snow blowing across the road. “Oh no,” I thought, “it’s windy.” It was windy and about 5 degrees. FIVE. But no matter! It was the first day of ski season. I am a skier. This is what we do.
So I trudged to the lift and hopped on. Hood up, gaiter on, mittens doing their best to keep my hands from freezing… we slowly, slowly, slowly creaked to the top. There was fresh snow covering the slopes. I couldn’t wait to fling myself down them! As I approached the top of the lift, the wind was blowing so hard that it made getting off difficult. I leaned into it, fighting to pick up some speed heading towards my first run of the day.
Three minutes into the run I stopped again. The burn in my thighs was causing me to actually grimace under my gaiter. Where are my ski legs???? You’d think months and months of biking would have strengthened all the muscles in my legs. That didn’t seem to be the case.
I must’ve stopped six times on that run… and trust me, the runs at Powderhorn aren’t that long! Each time I’d ski as long as I could, my form getting worse as the burning increased. I’d stop and let out a yell, resting briefly. I finally made it to the bottom and caught up with some friends; we headed up for a second run. This time I only had to stop four times. Ok, we’re warming up. The legs are there. Somewhere.
Fortified by beer on our next lift ride, we cruised over to the West End. The lift there is more sheltered, so we figured we wouldn’t be as cold… and yet frost was forming on my friend’s face.
It was so cold my friend Brian looked like a ninja.
It was on that fourth lift ride that I realized I couldn’t feel my toes. Toes, they’re fairly important appendages… so we decided it was time for a break. We sped down the cat track to a steep black run and skied back to the base as fast as we dared. Icy fingers of wind and snow slapped at my face as I skidded to a stop near the lodge.
That break ended up being a permanent one for the day. The wind grew worse as we sat inside scarfing down burgers and beer. It was harsh weather for opening day, and I heard others passing our table say, “That’s all I can take man. Four runs is enough.” Sometimes even opening day just isn’t worth the pain.
It’s ok, though. Not all ski days are like that. I was back up there the next Saturday and got this kind of day instead:
Bluebird skies and the Grand Valley as seen from Bill’s Run at Powderhorn.
Here’s to ski season! I think it’s time to get out and do my snow dance for Ullr.
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10 Comments
Dec 28, 2013
@skibum I feel your pain ;) it's getting better but of course with every passing dry day the moguls get bigger...and once we hit the groomers again everyone just flies by! SIGH.
Dec 28, 2013
I agree--it's quite surprising how little biking seems to prepare one for skiing. They are both quad-intensive activities, aren't they? So far, this year's been tough--it's getting to the point that all three of my kids will be able to ski circles around me (well, my oldest is a ski patroller at Big Sky, MT, but I should still be able to keep up with the other two)!
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