It’s that time of year: Tourists from all over the world flock to ski areas for their annual Christmas trip. Many of my friends work in the resort industry, so our holidays are packed with more than 40 hour work weeks. My friends slowly get more and more tired as the season rolls by. We usually celebrate Christmas dinner in the beginning of Jan because everyone is so busy. This year’s snow fall has been non-stop, which means my friends are even busier.
Snowfall is a welcomed sight in the skiing community. Now that I’m in an office job, it’s hard to enjoy snow when your commute turns into a 2 hour snail pace. I changed careers and stopped working as a ski instructor after my ski crash. I’ve slowly been recovering, seeing different specialists to work on my pain. But no matter how much pain I’m in, I am still trying to ski on Christmas morning. First it started out as something to do as all my friends were working. Like most things, it slowly became a tradition as year after year, I would ski with some friends on Christmas morning.
This year we received fresh snow overnight which meant powder day! Woohoo!
I’m slowly starting to get my ski legs back and have less pain than I’ve had in years. It’s so refreshing to be able to start skiing again. I am so happy I could cry.