It`s 55 degrees in Telluride today. Sitting on a bench outside my Telluride Realty office on Main St. in the sun I looked up at our Coonskin skiers, shading my shades like some Sioux, looking over the buffalo swarm on the Plains, getting ready for the kills. It is bright, it`s warm, it`s February...it is not supposed to be 55 degrees...that`s March skiing.
They looked like small, weaving dots, ants sliding down Coonskin...like this photo. It is groomed, really flat on the run. Oh did it look like big fun. I wished. But not today for me...it is the DL for Mick. Last Saturday I pulled a real bodyslammer and busted up my ribs. I laid there for awhile...maybe I called for Mommy. And I was able to hit on my left side where I have had a new, titanium hip installed...more worry. The worst was that I blew it just outside our Gorrono bar, skating outside (no drinks, never drinks during skiing) the old cabin to get to Lift 4. The pitch I exploded upon is a really short, bunny pitch that a 2 year old can do without a scrape or bruise. Embarassing...but nobody saw and nobody cared. Except me.
So today, until these ribs allow me to sneeze, blow my nose, cough, and do other functions I watch the ants on Coonskin from the bench. Oooh...just the way it works.