A series of stories from skiers and riders, and why they love what they do.
Chapter 1: #GirlDad
“Well I started out, down a dirty road,
Started out, all alone”
It was a midweek night session at a small, tow rope laden, city owned ski hill. I was with my young daughter who was learning the ropes, literally – a new skier and her first-time experiencing tow ropes.
“And the sun went down, as I crossed the hill,
And the town lit up, the world got still”
We weren’t out long. It was a school night, after all. And, it was very COLD.
On the short ride home, along the partially frozen bay, I glanced over and saw a red-cheeked little girl staring out over the water, tired from the cold, tired from skiing, tired from the tow ropes, but with a look of simple contentment and joy after hangin’ with the old man for a bit at the local hill. I wanted to bottle that image, cement it into my brain. It was one of those special moments, a simple moment, that hits you like a ton of bricks.
Tom and his Heartbreakers were playing at that same moment during our drive home.
“I'm learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings,
Coming down, is the hardest thing”
That song now instantly puts me back in that very moment when I felt like a proud, happy dad glancing over at his growing, cold and tired little girl – bottled and cemented into my brain.
Time now stands still for those 4 minutes when I hear that song. But man, time is not standing still.
That simple memory is one reason why I ski or ride.
“I'm learning to fly, around the clouds
What goes up, must come down.”
- Rod Call, #girldad