One of the things I love about carving is that moment when...
Right now...
The past 3 days in a row of riding have lead to my legs feeling worked to hell, not sore, just that feeling that I demanded a lot of myself. It is such a satisfying feeling, like I seized the day and didn't hold back.
or first run on Big Burn ---perfect groom--- I mean perfect, no tracks to see. With 6" of the lightest, low moisture fluff I have ever seen. The snow is so light it's transluscent. I remember diving in turn after turn, letting that light snow engulf me while tearing through it. Looking around midturn at the mountain tops, the snow cascading between my fingertips. There was an inversion that day and snow crystals were floating around in the air twinkling under a blue sky. Everything glittered. Between turns there was no sound, I was weightless. It seemed to be happening in slow motion. What a beautiful day. I remember every moment of it. Must have been almost 20 years ago now.
I have so many more moments with friends old and new, family, the weather, the mountains. When life is good I go ride, when life is bad I go ride. It's always been there.