Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Where are your values?

             I value the snow, blue sky, brown pow, and clear water, dirt underneath my fingernails, and delicious family dinners. There really isn’t much that matters to me besides ending the day with a smile and feeling like maybe, Today, I did something right. Sometimes that means doing what some people see as wrong. 

            A few days ago I missed class, that entire route finding thing with all the whumphing, cracking, and shearing really got us on edge. It took hours to get to some safe terrain and you know what, that 500 foot shot skied pretty fucking incredibly! So we did it again, and then it was time to get back for the 2pm lab. But the stoke had been revived smiles and powder snow were finally covering our faces, while still cautious we were feeling righteous, anxiety had eased and leaving just might not be the right thing. So let’s roll the dice. After all the calculated decision making we endured to get here this morning if there was ever a time for chance, it was now.
Sam and Kitt enjoying some of the more straight forward route finding of the day

“You got a quarter?”



“Nope. How about a Clif Bar?”

“If the nutrition facts land right side up were skiing until heel risers from heaven couldn’t even drag us up this thing. If the calories are down I am going to class.”

“Come on Calories!”

“Nutrition’s up, let’s go farming!”

Sam getting a taste of something valuable.
                Snow changes, text doesn’t. Meiosis 1 and 2 aren’t going anywhere. I will be replicating cells until… well; I am not replicating cells anymore.  I value smiles on my friend’s faces, jokes in the skin track and those willing to see higher education though a slightly distorted lens.  My life is probably quite different from the average college sophomores and I am willing to admit it. But please don’t get me wrong I value education and becoming a well-rounded and intellectual individual is one of my greatest life goals.  But I am like most, a product of my environment; early on I found out that when things are wrong I find solace in the silence of the hills, and that when things are right the giants usually aren't too far away.

                I came to school in Colorado for the same reason most of the people I meet here did; to experience the wonders of mountain living.  In Gunnison the words “Higher Education” can be given a profoundly different definition. While my classrooms provide an invaluable outlet for intellectual expression and creativity, it’s the miles of single track minutes from campus and seemingly endless backcountry ski terrain just up valley that keeps me motivated to study and play hard.