I don't think I can deliver on the last blog for the season. I've been trying to write an article about "Mountain Karma" but it's waaay too deep and I'm finding it impossible to write about something that people who aren't in the know would understand. Understand?
It's like when people ask me what it's like to work at the mountain. I can't even begin to explain. I know that you know what I mean, but how do I put it into words? Like, how do you explain something where any given day could turn into an amazing adventure filled with speed, thrills and fun, or floaty bliss? Or, when you get into the line-up at the sunrise or the boom chairs on a crazy deep fluffy powder day and meet up with your crew by chance. Or the random people you meet on a chair and the short little awesome conversations you can have with them? Or, when you need some solitude in your life and you can just come up and ride the chair with some tunes in your ears and just do laps while figuring out your life? These are concepts that are foreign to people who haven't given themselves to the mountain.
I know that it all boils down to love. If you put love into the mountain, it will give it back to you. I guess this is the same in life, but I find it's more evident up here, amplified. Like, I could describe a specific tree that grows somewhere on a run on this mountain in a story about some run I did "that day of the 37 cm dump", and you would know which exact tree I was talking about. And maybe your response would be, "I love that tree!" But, how would I explain this level of connection between people and nature and snow so they could grasp the living awesomeness of the mountain? I don't think it's possible. I think people won't really get it unless they can commit to it and live it for a season or two, or thirty. I'm not saying that people can't connect with the mountain, or have a great time skiing on it if they only come up two or three times a season, but there is definitely a deeper connection to it when you spend a lot of time up here with other like-minded people, right?
There are so many stories that have been created by so many people on the mountain. Most are filled with adventure and amazing exploits, while few others are tragic and heartbreaking. Can't have the ups without the downs, right? Up and down, up and down. And repeat. This is the story of our winters.
So, I'm sorry I can't deliver on the last blog. I tried to write it on three separate occasions and was unable to finish because I couldn't formulate the words to come up with a way to do any kind of justice to this mountain karma thing that we experience daily. It comes down to making your life a part of the mountain's and it will become a part of yours… an incredible life-affirming part.
Also, thanks for giving me an opportunity to be a blogger for Mount Washington this season, it's been great.
P.S. Did I ever tell you the story about how I got onto the guest list for a Slayer concert because of the two guys I met on the chairlift many winters ago? I'll swing by your office one day and fill you in