It was a day that was already ordinary in the best way. The skiing had been very good. We skied a narrow shot dubbed Room for Two. Snow was good. Line was fun. Stoke was high. Sun was out. Life was good. We skied an exit, which, if you were an inbounds skier, would have been…
Primordial Good Fortune

I didn’t realize it at that moment, but such an extraordinary experience had indeed become ordinary—not ordinary in a ho-hum or yawning kind of way, just, like, yeah. Photo: Pete Vordenberg
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Wonderful, thanks.
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Love this, thank you.
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Thanks Pete, you once again elegantly and eloquently put to words why so many of us use our skis as vessels to SEEing the world. Beautifully captured.
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<3
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some nice saunders energy to the prose. Also obviously some great thoughts 🙂





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