How would you describe the perfect day of skiing? Is it a perfect up track? a lone pair of tracks on a perfect sun blessed shot? Does the perfect day even exist? Well? Does it?
For me the perfect day starts and ends with subtlety. The great coffee on the drive into the mountains, conversations with friends, a great lunch, the glow of first light, the wall of an approaching storm, perfect stellars falling onto your gloves, etc etc (you get it). Today on the icefields parkway, everything came together to form one of these days..
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The perfect day is all of those things and so much more. It is a unique set of things for everyone.
When you grow up in a range of mountains they become an important place for your soul, when the conditions are right its borderline overwhelming. Its good to see the rockies coming around.
Thanks to Zach for another good one.
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