I just finished up three days of snow skiing on Copper Mountain in Colorado. A friend called me and invited me to join him and his son for three days on the slopes. Both of them are wildmen skiiers–ski anywhere under any conditions. Ummm, my goal was to not break a leg–at least not one of mine.
On day one I started with an all day lesson on the green and blue slopes. Day two I was upgraded to a lesson on the blue slopes with a couple of black diamonds thrown in (took some very nice falls–BUT, didn’t break my leg or anyone else’s–great success).
Today we had absolutely pristine conditions. Groomed trails, stunning vistas, pure air, time with good friends and God. I found myself thanking God over and over again.
Though I’m worn out . . . muscles are screaming (nothing a few Advil can’t handle) . . . I am energized. I love the adventure. I love my time “doing life” with great guys. I love my time reflecting on God’s goodness.