An Afternoon at Elk
Air is fresh and crisp, a new pair of
Bindings tightened down to ride afternoon
Diamonds, squares and circles.
Enough space to spread out crowds,
Groomed into packed powder.
Hours spent on trails
In our own little worlds of
Jumping or not
Keeping up with each other or not.
Long lifts, longer runs with my hunny,
Midday sun warming bodies, softening snow
Needing to unzip and ventilate between runs
Off with the gloves and onto the lifts
Parting crowds of skiers and riders at the top
Quickly heading to where people are fewer.
Riding, turning, carving
S-turns and speed checks
Tinted goggles and tricky ice patches
Unexpected but not upsetting the flow, the fun.
Vertical of 1000′
Which isn’t a lot but the air is still
Xeric, drying exposed cheeks and chins, chapping lips
Yes we will be back
Zipping, slipping, sliding enjoying riding.
(An alphabet poem)