Or, maybe it isn’t. I started writing this blog in late March 2009, the tail end of ski season (okay, not for you back country types, but for the rest of us.) The snow was getting soft, the sun warm and the mountain bikes were coming out of hibernation. Skiers were thinking hanging up their gear for the season and I was starting a ski blog. Good timing? I thought it was. We had been buffeted by a series of late season storms – huge powder-producing storms that turned back upon themselves and dropped inch upon inch of powder in our mountains. My family and I were certainly still thinking about skiing. And I wanted to write about skiing.
I also realize that my blog’s name has three parts: Brave, Ski and Mom. I can’t separate the mom part from anything else. My children are still young enough that the mom hat is one I cannot lay aside for very long. Skiing is my passion. After my family, my life is about my skiing. Often my life is seen through the lens of skiing and our experiences in the mountains. That isn’t going to change. What is new to me however, is the recognition that I must truly be brave.