Throwing down at a ski park

So it seems like a long time ago when I was born. When I was born my town was a small place to me. My world consisted of mom and the house, short and random trips, once in a while escapades to Disney Land, and a youth full of skiing.
I grew up skiing. It’s something I hold onto with ferver and cannot let go. It is so prevalent in my life that I make room for it an any circumstance. It’s worth every minute.
Escaping the life of working and city street to glide on snow is essential to life. Few of us get to enjoy it all year round. Consider me lucky. Consider my life the life you wanted. But really I don’t get to go as often as I’d like.
I got out of my truck and prepped for a couple hours of park play on the mountain when low and behold there was a couple of gorgeous girls driving the Redbull mini my way handing out beverages! Great start to the throw down!
I got up to the park and found it difficult to clear anything with the run-in so I just went in cookin! And sent everything! Awesome!
Go throw down. It inspires life by adrenalin. And it is a way to forget your troubles at least for a day or two.

Along to Hideaway Park

Under the Rocky Mountain view beyond the deck, beyond the lake, air is cool and fresh. The sky is new and the sun is rising from is interstellar slumber. Us mortals are waiting for its warmth. But patient because we have no need to rush the moment.

Below is a valley that was traveled over a hundred years ago. I don’t know what our history is for this spot. It seems to me that it was a place where ranching was home. These high mountains and the valleys below appear to be perfect for making a homestead.

In the old west the plan was to head this direction in search of a different life than what was being bred in the east coast metropoli. One had only to come out here and stake his claim on the land of his choice. There weren’t real estate agents. There weren’t closing costs. There was enough land for everyone. But then you needed cattle and there weren’t enough of those.

Today, the history of the place seems general to me because I don’t know names or dates, event or reasons. So the pioneer trail that was tread here is a mystery to me.