Early Morning Ski Patrol

They’d gotten a good ten inches of snow, on top of a well-seasoned base from earlier, lighter, snowfall. Heavy enough to soften the trail that ran by the still-open creek and led the woods, she figured she’d get the best skiing at sunrise, as cold as it was.

Others had had same idea; a twin set of ski tracks caught and sparked in the rosy sunrise. Clicking boot into binding, she pulled her scarf up against the windy slap across open marshland that spanned parking lot to woods.

If she took her time, let her joints and muscles warm with the smooth movement of crisp glide, she’d still get her privacy and morning meditation; the hard push and the joyful kick could come later, when the others had finished their jaunt and left for coffee.

Grateful for the straight twin guides of those who’d broken trail before her, she focused on the hiss and snowy spray of ski tips through fresh snowfall.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021) 

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16 thoughts on “Early Morning Ski Patrol

  1. Beautiful language, Liz. I can hear the sound of the skis and feel the cold. What bliss it must be to be out alone on skis in the snow. My own attempts at skiing were more slapstick comedy, but one can dream! 😉

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    • Practice makes perfect, and I’ve been skiing almost as long as I’ve been walking. This is fiction, tho’. You’d never catch me up before dawn and on the trails…😆😆

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      • When the snow is right, and the muscles warmed, it’s a little bit of magic.
        But I’m sure there are other experiences that compare…

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