Haunted

a story about ski trips and career growth

I went skiing last week for a few days. It was great to take a break, unplug, and not do too much other than exercise and sleep for a few days. While the snow was fantastic every day, on the first day, there was a bit of a cloud cover - by “a bit”, I mean that for the first 500 or so vertical feet from the top of the main chair, I couldn’t see clearly more than five feet away. Fortunately, after a few runs, I sort of memorized where the initial runs went and was able to get to better visibility with some safety.

But in those first dozen turns, I would have an odd experience. In the fog, I couldn’t tell where the snow ended and the air began. I couldn’t find a fall line, so I just tried to make good turns and listen to my skis. The wind was blowing moderately as well, which added to my white-out confusion. Multiple times, I would stop to get my bearings after a few turns, only to discover that I wasn’t actually stopped. My skis were still moving - sometimes forward, sometimes backward -…