realskiers

I too think about how I look skiing, but I've had to recognize that I really enjoy skiing in spite of the way that I look.

Seriously, I think that I'm just in it for the poetry.  The poetry of the frequent vistas of grandeur, the poetry of the fluffy layered pillow of snow resting on the boughs of the evergreen tree (see my avatar), the sense of poetic peace just from being outdoors and among the stillness of nature.  The poetry of skiing through some trees and seeing a porcupine feasting on pine cones at the base of a tree.  And, sometimes, the poetry of the feeling of near-flying, especially on those trails that have some rollers where you are going down through the valley and up over the ridge.  The poetry of the adventure of getting off into the woods (but not Josh's kind) and just becoming a little bit one with nature and the feeling that you have the woods to yourself.

There is also a sense of wanting to ski "better" and it is productive to spend a little bit of each day doing some drills, but I don't think I'm obsessed with technique.