Around this time last year, despite my love of skiing, I thought it would be so much easier to forget that I’d ever skied and devote my winters to playing ice hockey. My hockey equipment is much cheaper than my ski equipment, and it only costs $4 and takes five minutes to get my skates tuned. Compare that with $30 and a next-day pick-up for most ski tunes.
You might think that I’m starting the “skiing is too expensive” argument. I’m not. And to follow up on my tuning analogy, ski tunes should cost more and take more time simply because there’s a much longer edge (in fact, four ski edges compared with two skate edges).
The reason I sometimes consider giving up skiing is avoidance of the emotional roller coaster I ride each winter in New England. If you ski or ride, or even snowmobile, for that matter, you probably know what I’m getting at, and you probably know why I’m mentioning it now: the dreaded January Thaw.
Last year was much worse, because the season started off so slowly, and around this time we were still waiting for natural snow. Thankfully, this year was much different, and the mountains and most of the little towns in New England that I’ve passed through have been blessed by the snow gods. Of course, that is, until last Saturday, when the temperatures started rising. Yuck.
I guess I’ve admitted before that I’m superstitious when it comes to snowfall. I’m convinced that the people who say how much they hate snow, or grumble when they see it, spread bad karma, and we end up with these January thaws. I shouldn’t admit that, because it makes me sound a little kooky and because it might encourage more naysayers to badmouth the white fluffy stuff. In any case, I was happy to hear that the folks who’d been my next-door neighbors growing up finally moved to Georgia — not because they weren’t delightful people, but because they didn’t like snow. I always thought they should be banished to Florida, but Georgia’s fine by me.
Having said all that, I’m still going skiing this weekend. With last weekend’s blissful skiing fun still fresh in my mind, how could I not go? Or maybe the truth is that I’m a New England ski girl at heart, and with that comes the euphoria of ankle-deep powder and the despair of brown puddles mixed with dirty snow.
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