Green Beret on Veterans Day at Jay

Green Beret

a giant tree grows from the tiniest shoot
a great tower rises from a basket of dirt
a thousand-mile journey begins at your feet

-lao-tzu (trans. red pine)

Most people think the hardest part of a journey is the first step. It’s not. The hardest part of a journey is every additional step after the first one. People take first steps on intended journeys all the time. It is easy to take a first step when you are inspired or motivated. Sustaining that inspiration or motivation is the challenge. Seeing intentions through, resolving a step from an act into a habit, is the hardest part. First steps are trite (and not accurately quoted from the source material).

Green Beret

This outing began much like the last. Uninspired. I was tired from twelve hour work days and six day work weeks. But then, I saw pictures from other people on their own journeys, dealing with their own challenges. I’ve been down on internet stoke for quite a while. I don’t even like the word. Stoke. Who needs pictures to get excited to go skiing? I do, now, I guess. Or, at least, it temporarily tripped me out of my slumber, altering my gait.

Lately, I am connecting with ski touring in a different way. There is something about that sound, that cadence…

Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step.

etc.

Mad River Glen: Whiteroom

MRG Trees

Whiteroom.

Multiple times.

Not just faceshots. Full on, can’t see a thing, Whiteroom.

Simultaneously both euphoric and terrifying when it happens in the trees.

MRG Trees

Three feet of fresh fell on top of barely covered ground. The euphoria was tempered by the knowledge (understood and physically felt) that roots, rocks, and deadfall lie deep beneath the surface. Three feet was almost enough to bury it all over again.

Almost.

But it is hard to care about what lies beneath when you can’t even see where you are skiing.