Clear Mountain Morning and a Beautiful Granddaughter

Fenruary 17, 2008

I woke up earlier than Vange or Cristin, much earlier in fact, dressed haphazardly, got onto the computer for a while …

Full of thoughts:

  • Yesterday was the best skiing I’ve done in 10 or 15 years. Exhilarating. Tast, smooth, rhythmic, the mountain was crystal clear, my physical condition made a huge difference. No burning thighs, no need for long pauses. Cristin was delightful company, the snow was ideal, the view was fabulous. We skied the Outback Express lift, which had really nice runs and very small lines. We repeated the Kangaroo run a lot.
  • Paul sent an email: your beautiful granddaughter. Beautiful pictures of Eva. That’s another warm, happy thought. 
  • The exhilaration tempered by reality. I’m 60 years old.
  • Walking to the coffee place two  blocks away at 7:30. The day is delightfully cold and crystal clear. I look up at the mountain. Vaguely toy with the idea of taking the bus up again today. Ski alone, iPhone music for company. Clear. Beautiful. But that’s just dumb.
  • My right hip has a dull ache from skiing yesterday.
  • Megan’s in Paris. Megan’s in Paris. That’s a warm, wonderful, happy thought.
  • The line in the song “Mothers don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys: “Cowboys like clear mountain mornings.”
  • Not just clear, but also cold. The cold increases the clarity. Walking to Nancy P’s for coffee, I could see Mt. Bachelor in the distance. The cold increases the clarity.