Mountains, the ugly cry and then the realization (The one when I must learn to fly too)
It was early in the morning and I was in the base lodge of Taos Ski Valley, a mountain that looked to be a morph of everything I love on snow: cowboy-ish, woodsy, steep and natural; old school but enough … Continue reading Mountains, the ugly cry and then the realization (The one when I must learn to fly too)