At some point in any ski trip, it’s just you and the mountain.
All the friends you partied with the night before can’t help you now.
Your shiny NASTAR pin…
Your “I skied The Plunge” long-sleeve T.
They might as well be left-behind angels carved in the snow.
It’s best this way though. No interminable waiting for the group to re-assemble. No mindless chatter.
It’s a test of your ability to be alone with yourself.
And the test today is simply. . .
. . . pass/fail.