If this winter had gone according to my original plan, I would have been skiing here this week, in Seefeld, Austria:
gorgeous Martin Rosvall photo
Instead, I skied here today, at Snoqualmie Pass, Washington.
So while I was disappointed, I wasn't exactly suffering. It was sunny and mild at the Iron Horse, which, as expected, meant super icy and super crowded. But just like always at the Horse, a mile down the trail finds the crowds much diminished and the snow much nicer, especially when the groomer chugged by.
It was a better day than I expected; I saw lots of friends I hadn't seen yet this winter, so that was cool, and I skied farther and faster than last weekend (2:15, compared to just 90 minutes last week), so that was even better. I felt like I was really skiing today, for the first time since mid-December, and that made me happy.
On the way home, I stopped at the blood bank to share my super-oxygenated platelets with someone who needs them more than I do. It wasn't Konig Ludwig Lauf today, but it was a fine day just the same.