It is so nice to be with friends who roll instead of those who whine. Spring is the time for brilliant green to burst into the scene. And when viridescent sprouts get covered by unexpected snow showers, there’s no grousing from the WildSnow posse. We wake up early to skin up a mountain and glisse down before the white blanket turns slurpee. Embrace what comes and enjoy.
From the archives, the official poem of WildSnow.com:
THE TIME OF WILD SNOW — by Fred Geis
In the time of wild snow,
when cruel winter abetted many vain intentions,
The allotted time for dreaming slept,
Rubbed out by the exhaustion of hope.
The blue of heaven blotted out by clouds
a thousand feet thick.
Suddenly in the storming of the peak,
The price of winning proved the energy of the heart,
With every sinew, throb of bone, and clasp of flesh,
Exploring white terrain.
For moments despair won out over despondency,
Remember—they deal with you in different ways.
Do not take it for granted, this giving life to time.
And if night comes hook your hopes on the moon.
(Copyright 1997 by Fred Geis, used by permission)
Ski area is closed and deserted. 12 inches of fresh. Brit grin and bear it.
WildSnow Girl, Lisa Dawson, is the luckiest girl in the world. Also known as Mrs. WildSnow.com, she tests whatever gear she wants. She gives the WildSnow family of websites the feminine voice.
