~orion~

This past weekend my and the boys went to Mt. Bachelor. I found my lost love of skiing. I love the speed and the power. I love the fresh (albeit cold) air. I love the freedom.

The feeling that I get while ripping down a cruiser as fast as I can is amazing. The feeling while navigating tricky terrain with trees and rocks gets my heart racing.

The only problem is that skiing is one hell of a workout and I am not in good enough shape to fully enjoy the experience. That’ll come with time and more sore days.

The last thing I love is going way off the trail and stopping. Just standing there. There is something so beautiful the crisp, cool, clean air, the snow covered trees and the mountains off in the distance. Really what I love more is the pure silence and stillness. It’s so surreal and calming.

Random and totally unrelated side note:
My Super Sweet 16: I hate that show.

I want to hold open auditions for that show. Then I want to personally shoot every snobby-ass stuck-up bitch in the face with a shotgun. BOOM! Shotgun to the face. No I am not jealous of their daddy’s wealth and lack of parenting skills. It’s a fucking birthday party.