Robyn
Ski Diva Extraordinaire
So, earlier today I was asked on another board to post what I like about winter. They all know I love to ski, any ski questions these days are directed right to me.
But, I decided to take it a bit further and post why skiing makes me so happy. So, it made me think what would the Divas say? So, here's what I said, please add to the list!
*The peace of riding up a lift, chatting with people on the chair or watching the beautiful mountains around you, the snow topped trees, the occasional grey squirrel digging in the snow, watching the child make their way down the slope grinning ear to ear or that fantastic skier with beautiful technique turn their way down looking completely effortless.
*The view at the top. It takes my breath away to see all of the mountain ranges topped with snow in the distance. I live here. I am so very, very lucky.
*The feel of the crisp air against my body as I make turns down the slope, sometimes quick and short, other times long flowing arcs.
*The powder hitting my boots or my knees as I float down the mountain on a powder day. Or, the crunch or squeak of the snow under ski on a groomer.
*The feel of my quads, calves, hamstrings abs all working together to do quick hop turns on powdery steep slopes.
*Getting "lost" in the trees with nobody around. The complete silence except for the sounds I make as I weave through the maze of trees, picking my own line through, knowing it is my own unique way of getting down the mountain.
*The feeling of complete satisfaction when you complete a run you were nervous about or have someone tell you that you look great on the slopes.
*The complete exhaustion at the end of the day knowing I worked hard but had so much fun.

But, I decided to take it a bit further and post why skiing makes me so happy. So, it made me think what would the Divas say? So, here's what I said, please add to the list!*The peace of riding up a lift, chatting with people on the chair or watching the beautiful mountains around you, the snow topped trees, the occasional grey squirrel digging in the snow, watching the child make their way down the slope grinning ear to ear or that fantastic skier with beautiful technique turn their way down looking completely effortless.
*The view at the top. It takes my breath away to see all of the mountain ranges topped with snow in the distance. I live here. I am so very, very lucky.
*The feel of the crisp air against my body as I make turns down the slope, sometimes quick and short, other times long flowing arcs.
*The powder hitting my boots or my knees as I float down the mountain on a powder day. Or, the crunch or squeak of the snow under ski on a groomer.
*The feel of my quads, calves, hamstrings abs all working together to do quick hop turns on powdery steep slopes.
*Getting "lost" in the trees with nobody around. The complete silence except for the sounds I make as I weave through the maze of trees, picking my own line through, knowing it is my own unique way of getting down the mountain.
*The feeling of complete satisfaction when you complete a run you were nervous about or have someone tell you that you look great on the slopes.
*The complete exhaustion at the end of the day knowing I worked hard but had so much fun.



