As I settled into the ever-enjoyable skier's rhythm of racing down the runs and trails, then riding silently up back up to the top, I began to reminisce about my passion for skiing and how it all began. Interestingly enough, it started with a dream.
^ The path leads that way, down through the trees and into the foggy beyond.
^ Just a few tracks have been laid in this precious fresh powder.
Picture me as a teenager in the great state of Michigan. The city boys who spent summers water-skiing with us country girls on our lake were also avid alpine skiers during the winter. Well. My girlfriends and I were not about to let them get too far ahead of us. Luckily, we happened to have our own little man-made "mountain" just five miles from home, so after a few seasons of dreaming, we got to work on our parents' wallets and soon found ourselves in possession of season passes and a basic load of starter gear. We also convinced the city boys to give us our first lessons. Mission accomplished.
^ Two adorable little girls hopped the chair in front of me, and I daydreamed about them as I followed them up through the flake-filled sky and up to the top.
But wouldn't you know that when the time came that I felt ready to take the whole brood of them up to the snow, money became a limiting issue. Unexpectedly, a short-term part-time job fell into my lap and provided exactly the cash I needed to gear us all up. And to top off my good fortunes, our lives crossed paths with a bounty of like-minded families who also loved to ski and ride. They provided much of the encouragement and support that I needed to get back to skiing after a 22-year hiatus, and that was an unbelievable dream come true.
^ Peek-a-boo view to the blanketed basin beyond.
^ This is my favorite trail through the woods. Every time I slide silently toward its mysterious opening curve, I get a thrill of excitement for what is to come.
Which led me to thinking about my most recent skiing-related dream. I always knew the day would come that my daughters would no longer be children but busy young adults whose lives led them away from our weekly trips to the mountain. And for many years, I dreamed that somehow, I would find a way to keep going, even if it meant skiing alone. This season, that dream has also come true and I'm honestly as surprised as I am grateful.
Somewhere in the midst of sorting through these skiing dreams, I got caught up in dreaming about dreaming itself.
Dreaming is easy.It's natural. It's part of what makes us human. But in order to actually make a dream come true, I've discovered that it's an ongoing process of:
- Imagining my wildest desires for the future.
- Understanding how today's reality gets in the way of the dream.
- Figuring out how to break down the obstacles.
- Making a long-term commitment to the dream. They don't happen overnight, you know.
- Every single day, doing something - anything! - to move one step closer toward the goal.
- Saving money. Dreams always seem to require money.
^ My head is full of dreams. They are almost as plentiful as the snowflakes in my hair.
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More stories from my 2013-2014 adventures at Stevens Pass? Comin' right up: