Last week, after about an hour of skiing, the linings of my boots got all scrumpled up and I felt like I was standing on small and very hard potatoes. It hurt. So I headed back to the lodge so I could quickly pull off my boots, realign the liners, stretch out my aching feet and then boot back up to join my companions.
It was a (relatively) warm and sunny afternoon, so I decided to sit down at one of the outdoor patio tables. After I ripped the wretched boots off my feet and relief flooded my brain, I looked up, taking in my surroundings anew.
And everywhere I looked, I saw lines and circles and grids and patterns. Beautiful compositions of steel and stone and snow. I grabbed my camera and began snapping so I could share these images with you.
Within just a few short minutes, my feet felt better and my spirit was surging with inspiration. Stevens Pass had worked its magic on me once more.
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