why we ski

from 150 years ago

Down the mountain side, like birds in flight,
or meteors on a starry night -
bending low to miss the breeze,
flying past the stately trees,
rushing down to the flat below,
dancing over the "beautiful snow",
falling, rolling, seeing stars...
then hear the laughing crowd's hurrahs.

Away down the valleys, where the oranges grow,
they miss all the fun we have in the snow.

On Friday, February 21, 2014 5:25:11 PM UTC-8, lal_truckee wrote:
from 150 years ago



Down the mountain side, like birds in flight,

or meteors on a starry night -

bending low to miss the breeze,

flying past the stately trees,

rushing down to the flat below,

dancing over the "beautiful snow",

falling, rolling, seeing stars...

then hear the laughing crowd's hurrahs.



Away down the valleys, where the oranges grow,

they miss all the fun we have in the snow.


"Will you ever go skiing together in the States?" George said.
"I don't know," said Nick.
"The mountains aren't much," George said.
"No," said Nick. "They're too rocky. There's too much timber and they're too far away."
"Yes," said George, "that's the way it is in California."
"Yes," Nick said, "that's the way it is everywhere I've ever been."
"Yes," said George, "that's the way it is."

http://garretvoorhees.com/uploads/ht...untrysnow.html

On Sun, 23 Feb 2014 12:38:24 -0800 (PST), twobuddha
wrote this crap:



Call me a child molester?

I would, Trunky. I'd go right up to you and call you a kiddie
diddler.


There's no need to fear if Trunky is near.