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I rode throughout the 90s in Crested Butte and have fond memories of getting up at first light and experiencing the fresh, untouched powder. Back then there seemed to be little animosity towards the board-maybe because so many of the local skiers were a bit on the renegade side if things (at least at that point of time in CB).
After losing that Colorado connection I fell out of the sport here in Michigan until 10 years ago when I took a skiing lesson and absolutely loved it….until I had a nasty tumble and blew out my ACL. Fast forward to this weekend where we took the kids up north and let them choose what they wanted to learn. Both chose skiing and, much to my delight, completely killed it. So proud of them. Unfortunately, my decision to join them in the lesson didn’t work out so well as I sit here typing this message out with my knee iced, elevated, and the size of a small mellon. Friday we’ll see if it’s ACL #2.
Quite deflating and embarrassing, but I’m using this as a driver to get more fit and try again next season.
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