white gold

Freedom is riding high above a pristine sugar dusted terrain, the sun in your eyes, anticipating riding the natural rolling bumps between the trees, carving the soft melting crust beside the forest and feeling like you’re surfing on a perfect wave without waiting for it to come. Your only responsibility is to yourself, making sure you hit that nice drop in Baker’s Acres, the pure powder trail on the way down and the kicker at the end. When you’re on that board on the mountain, the only schedule to adhere to is beer time, once the sun gets too low, the lifts close and your legs scream out for relief. It’s a definite plus when you’re with someone who enjoys it as much as you do, and it’s so beautifully sunny and warm, you don’t need a jacket and worry about a unsightly goggle tan (which would secretly be awesome, because you wouldn’t have to verbally brag about how awesome it was). Every year on my birthday, mother nature doesn’t let me down and gives me a reason to anticipate another year, especially one that might include, even for a day, this awesome sense of freedom.