 Jay ‘PowWe danced. We danced with the elements; water, air, earth,
and wood. Flitting, floating downward above the earth, but never more a part of
it. Equal time spent in the air above the snow as on it or in it. The mountain
held us though. Our whoops of joy and laughter not echoing and leaving the
woods, but swallowed up by the soft snow that blanketed everything, held onto
by our loving Mother. More than 45 inches of snow were freshly deposited by
Mother Nature for, in our minds, one purpose. She left this here for us. She
wants us to play. We feel it. Drawn by her energy to the mountains, every hour
with snow beneath our boards and skis passes more enjoyably than almost any
other way. So play, we did, shredding hidden stashes of fluffy powder for hours
on end. Even though we had not caught the storm at its height, we were
fortunate that our brothers and sisters left us stashes of perfect powder to
prance through. Indeed, Jay Peak’s trees
seemed to be our partner in this waltz all day. In a typical winter, I would
have had more than a dozen such dances by now. This year, however, our Mother, long abused by man, is withholding her white bounty from her children in our
neck of the woods. Hopefully, we learn from her punishment, so we can continue
the dance until we are old and gray, teach it to the next generations, linking
our blood to the earth that bore it. |
