It seemed like a distant memory, really. It was certainly unlike anything I’d encountered in the last couple weeks. Yet, there was something strangely familiar about it. The faint hum of the chairlift against a backdrop of quiet. The snow covered trees standing sturdy under a fresh flocking.
This reminds me of something…but what? It wasn’t until my skis plunged off the ridge and dipped into the freshly fallen snow that it clicked. This. Feels. Like. BRUNDAGE.