
For me to ski the conditions have to be just right. Fresh soft snow, blue skies and the lifts need to be operating. Lifts don't operate on windy days. No lift, no ski. Alternative plans included staying in bed, going to the pub, going up to the snow and looking at the lifts. We went for a walk. Blue skies, fresh mountain air and a slight sense of going up. I'm always surpised that gravity assisted exercises are not more popular: parachuting, abseiling off a rock face, kayaking down the river and of course skiing down a Mountain. Working against one of the strongest forces on the planet really does not make a lot of sense. Walking up hill does not make a lot of sense. On my tombstone I'd like it to read 'Man in Need of a Lift'. Why, in the physical and the metaphysical, is going up always such hard work? Why is it a 'Stairway to Heaven'? Why not a lift?
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