Tomorrow I’m going skiing for the second time this year, the first time alpine skiing. I love skiing, next to fishing it is one of the things I like to do best. The feeling that you have at the bottom of a run full of fresh deep perfect snow is pretty much unmatched. I think its the pursuit of perfection that keeps me going, the pursuit of the perfect moment. Just like fishing I am looking for perfection.

Tomorrow marks a beginning of sorts, it is the first time I going downhill skiing since my big breakup, I didn’t ski to much when I was with her, I don’t know what it was that made me stop. Perhaps its because I was unhappy with leaving her behind, perhaps it was that a warm bed with a beautiful woman in it is much more appealing Saturday morning than a cold car and punishing wind. At any rate I just about quit, I quit doing one of the things I loved to do most, and as it turns out not having skiing in my life made me unhappy. So I’m going tomorrow, I’m ignoring everything else and getting some turns in under hopefully clear blue skies.