December 15, 2010
I’m in the middle of To Kill a Mockingbird right now (the book, not the movie. Okay, you parsing $%#$##@&, it’s the CD of the book, and I’m listening to it—happy?)
I’m in the middle of it. I just passed the part where Mrs. Dubose has died, and Atticus is telling Jem about courage.
“Courage is knowing you’re licked before you start, and starting anyway.”
I’m pretty sure that’s what he said.
So this morning, I got up at 5am to go ski the foot of new snow we got last night. Because to not do it is a sin. To kill a mockingbird is also a sin. See how it’s all coming together?
I got up, got my gear together, opened the garage door, and took a huge gust of wind to the face and stumbled out into a 3 foot snowdrift across my driveway, up against the garage door. I had no time for that. People don’t wait for stragglers when you’re on DAWN PATROL (WOLVERINES!)TM.
In short, I was licked. But, like Mrs. Dubose, I screwed up my courage, pulled out the snowblower, and slew the whales strewn across my driveway. And then I drove right past the Holiday Chevron to make up time. No coke and fritter for you!
I met up with Jamie, Mike, and Nate, we parked illegally (by an hour and a half) across from Albion at Alta, and headed straight up to the ridge, to see what Silver Fork had in store for us.
Okay, I just can’t help this. Whoa whoa whoa, Jamie’s climbing:
I have no tune for Nate and Mike. But this is how we do it in the Wasatch. No meandering low angle skin tracks for he-men like us:
Jamie’s first to the top:
Jamie the unicorn (he’s so FLUFFY!):
Mike, chasing his sluff:
Nate, from a distance (hey, that’s a tune, right?):
All because I’m reading/listening to To Kill a Mockingbird. Kids, stay in school!