Lives can change in the blink of an eye. One second, one minute, one day. Today, all I needed was one hour.
Sometimes, we Utahan’s get lethargic about the resorts which are just a stones throw away. Even those of us who heed the call of winter become passive. We get lazy about making turns and we turn our noses up to snowless days, sunless days, windy days, crowded days, whatever it is that stops us from pulling the trigger.
I am sure this is much like Californian’s who can see the coast from their windows but never pull their surf boards off of their garage rafters. Why is it, that so few of us actually make it up the canyons, make it a priority or like those who long for the water, are out in the breaks by 6:00 am?
We all have our passions, the things that drive us and make us lust for more. I am a water person but I am most drawn to it in its frozen form. I believe there are those who’s souls belong to the water and they are drawn like the tides to the heart of the ocean. I feel this each time that I drive up into the mountains.
Each of us come alive in our own element but, sometimes we forget and usually, it is when we need the thing that we love the most. Mostly, life just gets in the way but, lately, I have become sluggish in my motivation to fill myself with the happiness that the mountain snows bring to me. Each spring as the winter’s drifts thaw and swell the creeks, that spark flickers and it is then that I know I need to drink it up before it is gone for another season.
Although, fresh snow had fallen over night and was still piling up throughout the morning, homework, personal issues and an afternoon hockey game took precedence. I longed to make some turns however, so I loaded the car with all of our gear…just in case. As we rolled out of the Olympic Oval following a disheartening loss at yes, 2:20 p.m., all I really wanted to do was go home and be done with my day.
I decided to drive the long route home, past the bottom of Big Cottonwood…just in case. As I approached the light to turn up, I thought of wasted gas for one hour of skiing, I pondered the darkened sky and my cranky boys who may or may not be joyful about donning all their gear for a measly three runs. It would have been so easy just to pass but, the pull was too strong. It had taken hold and I couldn’t shake it.
I gave into my desire to feel the freedom of my heart’s release, even for just a moment. The line of late afternoon traffic crept along side us as we sped along in the opposite direction. 3:00 p.m. at Solitude and there was nothing but an empty parking lot to greet us. The clouds were thinning to reveal strands of bright light from an early spring sun. The trees stood still, glistening in it’s warmth, my children smiled and yes, all became well with my soul.
You might ask “Was it worth it, just one hour?”
Well, what do you think?
“Hark, now hear the sailors cry,
smell the sea, and feel the sky
let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic…”