Now I’m a father and rocketing through life towards the dreaded middle age I feel very mortal, and I've realized that sometimes you just don’t know if you are doing something for the last time. So what the rule really means is seize the moment and if the opportunity presents itself, go do something awesome, it might just be your last chance. Anyway on with the story, whilst skiing last week the scenario presented itself. I was on Imperial, the weather was good, my legs felt great, the hike to the top of Imperial bowl was open and despite the random assortment of craft beer from the night before my tummy felt ok, the chances of the dreaded “Brown Pow” were low… It was on. Sitting on the lift sandwiched by two Danish friends I proposed the idea. To my Right was Lasse, part time KSD rider and member of the mighty Kato Smells Danger team from the 2013 Mayhem Enduro race. The giant man that finished the race despite falling so hard on what we all affectionately referred to as “The death drop”, that he ripped his gopro mount, break lever and shifter off his handlebar. My favorite quote from the day came from a guy in the team behind us “Dude…. That’s a lot of man to hit the ground”. To my left, Jacob, family friend of Lasse. The guy I had secretly hoped I’d be able to take to school on the slopes despite his credentials. In reality as he is 10 years my junior and about 80 lbs lighter the best I could do was try to keep up. After a brief discussion it was decided Lasse was out, Jacob was in. We fist bumped and hugged Lasse at the top of the lift, made plans of where to meet and started the hike up what Jacob had declared “an easy little climb”, I led the way and my pathetic little asthmatic lungs were immediately reminded of how thin the air is up there. I’m ashamed to admit I took a little satisfaction in Jacob struggling slightly on the first half of the climb, however on the second half he seemed to have re grouped, caught up and even had time to whip out his GoPro for some photos during both of my rest stops. Dragos defeated line from Rocky 4 came to mind “he’s not a man….. he’s a piece of iron”. We reached the summit in good time and took what turned out to be some pretty cool photos and selfies. After high 5s and fist bumps we assessed our options and clipped into our skis.
Until next time….. Hang tough and stay hungry