Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the hills
Many creatures were stirring, but mostly skiers with skills.
The gear was hung by the chimney with care,
Hoping more snow would come with more prayer.
The children were shredding all snug on Lone Peak
With visions of powder on Rock and Jack Creek.
Adults felt the same, "powder stashes for days"
They hooted and hollered, wishing away sun's rays.
When out on the mountain there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from Key Hole to see what was the matter.
It was a noise like a moose call, we all were compelled,
"Coming from Liberty Bowl" someone yelled.
Away to the Tram we flew like a flash,
Tore open the doors and raced to the stash.
What a beautiful day to ski from the top,
But what was that sound that made us all stop?
Around the Tram dock we carried our skis,
When something red and shiny appeared through the breeze.
Santa was real, and there he was with Patrol,
To deliver presents and get first tracks on Liberty Bowl.
When Tram laps were had, and Uncle Dan's cookies were eaten,
Santa sprang to his sleigh with a look like he couldn't be beaten.
"Off to spread gifts and tidings of good cheer," Santa said,
"I left gifts in Freestyle Forest, but nothing beats a good shred."
Photo: Adam West
Each week we pick one amazing photo as our weekly winner. All that has to be done to enter is #bigskyresort on Instagram. December's winning photos displayed the wonder of Lone Peak in the sunrise, star light, and snow, and the wonder of living in Big Sky.
"Oh! The snow, the beautiful snow. Filling the sky and earth below. Over the housetops, over the street, Over the heads of the people you meet. Dancing, Flirting, Skimming along." -J.W. Watson
A few weeks ago, BBC published an article titled: "Why do we get so excited about snow?" The article caught my eye for two reasons: 1) I do get excited about snow and cannot always articulate why; 2) I did not know why the British, of who most don't live in the mountains, get excited about snow?
From what I can tell those who do not live in the mountains get excited about snow for some of the same reasons as those who do live in the mountains: Feeling of nostalgia, holiday season, outdoor activities, and its uniqueness to certain parts of the world. However, the BBC article also pointed out that this sentimental feeling toward snow is relatively new for human beings. Skiing has only existed in the modern form since the 1700s and snow used to be something to fear. Then why do we love snow so much now?
The most unique answer the BBC arrives at is that our weather memories are short and mostly positive. We remember shredding Shedhorn laps last March with glee, but have already forgotten when the least snowy day of the year was last year. We enjoy snow. We look ahead. We keep skiing.
Photos © Ryan Day Thompson, 2014 | www.ryandaythompson.com
Good things come to those who wait. We've been waiting for winter since summer ended and are so glad she's here. Early morning corduroy, skiing with friends, trying new tricks, and enjoying the outdoors are just the tip of the why-we-ski iceberg. I had the chance to tag along for a portion of the filming for this video and we had as much fun as it looks.
Skier: Corey Seemann Video: Michael Jezak
Week one at Big Sky Resort has been a solid week of awesome skiing. Just prior to opening week I heard my first avalanche bomb of the season go off (thanks to our awesome Ski Patrol) while sitting in my Huntley Lodge office. It's like the racer's starting gun signaling the start of a great season.
After Opening Day almost twice as many runs at Big Sky Resort opened up, which gave me the chance to do a few Lobo, Calamity Jane, Crazy Horse, and Tippy's Tumble laps on my lunch break. I used to be frustrated by the amount of time it took to change into ski gear and carry my skis and poles to the lift just to turn around in an hour and get back to work. My sentiment has changed drastically after a winter season like 2013-14: We are meant to be skiing and I'm lucky enough to have a job where I can do that every day of the season. It also doesn't hurt that I have my quick change into ski gear down.
With one week of skiing under my belt I look forward to watching the snow accumulate, Challenger Lift opening, Uncle Dan's Cookies at the Tram, and taking my first Liberty Bowl leg-burner of the season.
The feeling of waking up to fresh snow on the ground and hearing bombs from my house in Town Center is how the first week back on skis feels. We may only be skiing Mr. K and Calamity Jane for the first few days, but that feeling never gets old.
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