A Fool For Big Sky

O, lordy, do I wish you could see the sky and the mountains over and around Brian Head resort yesterday. Actually, you can, sort of, if you go their  site here. Mind you, their banner is an astoundingly crappy photo and does no justice to the sky nor the golden and red rock country up there. 
Since my arrival in Utah last Friday, I have become a fool for the sky and for skiing.  Quaking legs and aching knees matter not.  Love, love, love it.  In fact, in the supreme gesture of optimism for someone who lives in Miami, I bought ski boots yesterday. My bruised and battered-by-rental-boots shins are now licking my toes in gratitude. heh. And now I am plotting reverse season mid-summer in Miami trips to Argentina to ski the cordillera there. I hear it's lovely.  There's definitely something to pushing through fear when one learns a new sport. I did ski about 25 years ago and to my surprise, some of the skill set stuck. But not much.  I know my learning style for sport well, and it seems to apply across the board. There's fear, some breakthrough, then over time some event or experience that produces that big breakthrough that takes me to the level of pure joy, where you feel like you're flying.  Happened with horseback riding, diving and now downhill skiing. Am not to the flying part with skiing yet, though.
Neena vows to get me mountain biking. Will do this summer. I vow to get her and Don riding so they'll stop snarking about the horseshit on their beloved single track trails. I'm gonna go looking for backcountry riding opportunities out here. If there aren't any, maybe this will be the year I'll return to Wyoming and the Wind River mountains on horseback. 
This trip has whipped my head around in so many ways.  Probably the best way is to focus my attention on how much lies outside all of our doors. This country is huge and so beautiful and that beauty is so very close to all of our front steps.  Like most of us, I tend to hermit up inside my nest of a house. Or my favorite cafe or bookstore.  You want an "along"? You want a challenge?  How about a Knitting In The Wild-Along?? Or, for the more edgy among us, subsitute other activities of choice.  And make that In-The-Wild as wild as possible, eh?
Leave a note if you're in.  Can't believe I'm doing this but if enough of us are inspired I'll contrive to learn how to make a button. All help cheerfully groveled for accepted...

And one more thing about this trip. I'm preaching to the choir here, yes, and it still bears saying.
This wild electron shore, blogiverse, what-ev-ah, has brought into my life the most wonderful, funny, talented, open-hearted and flat out amazing people I've ever had the joy to know in my life.   It is travel and sychronicity all the best sort of connection rolled into one.  If you've ever wondered about the 'Tribe" in the blog name?  look around you and wonder no more. All thanks to Neena & Don & Margene & Marshall & Laurie and their friends, definitely keepers of the Utah chapter house...
That is all from high desert paradise.

Comments

[margene]

Our sky is addicting. Laurie, etherknitter, had a bright blue sky and fresh powder yesterday. Sounds like you are enjoy Cedar City in grand sytle. Wild along?...sounds like something to pursue!

[Kerstin]

You sound just like my mother during her trip across the country this summer. She just could not stop exclaiming about everything she saw. She was down in Long Boat Key the last few weeks and kept leaving messages here from her cell phone. I finally got in touch with her and -- same thing! She just could not stop enthusing over her travels. Unfortunately, I'm the wife of one and mother of three who want to go the same places every year. I relented on Sanibel for April but I'm determined to switch the summer vacation from New Hampshire to any and all western states.

Have fun adventuring! (And I'm impressed you would take up skiing now. Whenever I'm on the hill, I'm grateful I learned as a kid because I'm not sure I'd have the patience to learn now. You go!)

[Edge]

Wild Along..........I'm loving that

For a real thrill we should do some monkeywrenching