Frozen snot. Interminable lift lines. Two-hour drives just to fight for a parking spot on half-frozen gravel. What’s wrong with skiing? Well, how much time have you got? The longer you linger on the subject, the more cruddy aspects burble to the surface. Lift tickets that get more expensive every year, the gear that costs twice as much, 5am alarms.
Skiing’s the easy part. The rest is hard.
There’s the terror of waiting for my turn to blow out an ACL—c’mon, knee, you’ve held on this long—and the guilt over the environmental cost. All that ski wax in mountain waterways, the diesel engines powering ski
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