In Big Sky, Montana, with not enough snow to ride and too much for golf, we all feel a little stuck. Ski season is ready to break loose and we’re indoors. We eat more dinners at home and drive less. Amusement parks are closing. Rain is hitting the west. Without a ski dream, I don’t know how we’d cope.
Lone Peak at Big Sky is dressing for winter, ready to wear a thick white gown. As I write, she’s hiding behind clouds, layering herself with undergarments. Not until November 27th can we ski her. The boards are by the door, boots on the dryer, and a new jacket’s in the mail. I’ve been skiing in my sleep.
I envision the Mountain Village from the top of the tram. Such a long way down, it’s like seeing it from a plane. My tips dart through powder fields. The South Face flows forever. The dream continues and I never tire. Skiing endlessly, the image feels real.
Reality is not far. Big Sky Resort will open soon with vertical drop that doesn’t quit. Yes, the legs will tire, but comforts wait in the base area. Pub music will play, fires will warm our feet, and a jolly crowd will be cheering white flakes. Recollecting the joy of the ski day—at the top and bottom—will keep us going until opening day.
Ski and snowboard shows are filling event centers nationwide. Snowriders are gathering in armies to learn about the latest gear and score swag from exotic ski areas. Big Sky Resort will be there. Stop by, and let’s do what’s best this time of year. Let’s talk skiing.
See you on the slopes.
Victor DeLeo