Another solo mission up to the mountain- I know these roads well, straight would take me to Chinook where our cabin is, a left at the Y, heads to White Pass. Within sight lies that NW fog, wind and white cheer, I am happy to be here. It’s been snowing since dawn and yesterdays slopes were sloshy; heavy and wet! I got soaked to the bones- but smiled ear to ear. Steep runs of weighty moguls, grabbing edges as I descended, poor vision due to rainy snow. Ze goggles needed “windshield wipers”; my equilibrium let me know I was fine.

Today provides views of Rainier, fresh powder & beautiful weather! Snow dangles from the trees, and I pause before cutting through- visibility clears, as far as my mind will let it. Pouncing turns, dancing in tree shadows, amidst life I am flying.
Meditating on breath as I ride the lift back up. Feeling what sensory has to offer- an aliveness. Without going into detail, here nor there, I continue to ride until I've had my fill, its Christmas Eve…time to be with family! Steady-ready, munching my sandwich, I drive to see them.