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Diary of a Ski Patrolman: Week 15

by Josh Allen

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Credit: Josh Allen

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Monday
"So last week I discussed the meaning of life. This week I'll go even deeper and answer the burning question: "What does a ski patroller eat?!"

It makes sense that ski patrollers must eat super healthy to stay ready for action at any given moment, right? Um, sort of… Now, don't get me wrong – I eat fairly well, part of the time: lots of vegetables; a banana every morning, and apples every day during lunch. Also lots of protein. If this was my infallible pattern of consumption, I'd be just fine. But when food is free, or endless, or some combination of the two, my Achilles' heel is revealed. No, I don't mean that thing encased in my ski boot, I mean the reason why I am ready for a nap right now…

I fall prey to pints of Ben & Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup, or perhaps Mint Cookie if I'm feeling adventurous. And then, I mean what the heck, there's an endless pizza buffet at a local restaurant every Monday which I may or may not have gone to tonight. And the mysteriously appearing food at the end of the day in the patrol hut. I'm not sure where it comes from, but I eat it. I know it's not healthy – it's mostly fries and interestingly textured hamburgers   but it's there. I think maybe if it cost me a dollar, I'd pass. But it's free. And that, my friend, has taken on a whole new value this winter. Free things are worthy of my attention.

I tell myself I only eat those things occasionally. I eat tons, literally, of oatmeal, which apparently removes cholesterol. I also mix peanut butter into my oatmeal, to negate that effect, but let's ignore that and think one word: protein. Protein is in peanut butter, thus making it valuable and delicious. Or maybe it's the other way around. Protein is useful for lifting toboggans, skiing through moguls. And sleeping… Uh oh, that pizza is going straight to my head. But this is the last Monday I'll be having it. I swear.

Tuesday
You know what's not powder, but equally as awesome to ski through? No, not the ruts left behind by super-G racers. Nope, not even the wildly raging river beneath the chairlift that looks just barely cross-able by a brave (or confused) skier. So what is it then, this mysteriously excellent skiing surface?

Slush! Yep, that's right, slushy, wet snow is super fun to ski. I'm not being sarcastic here, not in the least. Today the temperature rose significantly, up to around 40 degrees by the afternoon, creating ideal spring snow conditions. And were they sweet. Bouncing between trees in the woods as if you're skiing on buttered pillows; spraying snow off the side of the trail as you make rapid turns against the tree-line's edge, and cascading through moguls that might instead be clouds – these are the feelings of spring skiing. Not to mention the warmth of the sun on your face as you take a break and lie down in the snow at the bottom of the lift. Maybe I did that while waiting for someone on sweep – but can you blame me? There's nothing better than simultaneously feeling the warmth of the sun on your front and the coolness of snow on your back.

I'm ready for spring skiing. Don't think that soft snow means bad snow. It's quite the contrary. And once you can ski with little more than a long sleeve shirt and a vest, skiing becomes just like a day at the beach, plus way more speed and excitement. Instead of setting up a chair and watching the waves roll in until your eyes close, you can get out of the chair, carve turns through perfectly mushy waves of snow, and best of all – get a goggle tan all your friends will be madly jealous of. I'm working on mine already.