Have you ever sat in a chairlift at about 10,000 feet, and scribbled in a Moleskine?

That’s part of how I spent my afternoon today, and I gotta tell you, it’s pretty fucking amazing.

Today was a glorious day for skiing. No, it wasn’t a fresh powder day; we haven’t had any new snow since Tuesday, but it was beautiful and clear and actually fairly warm out there. Hadn’t realized that part of the cold from the couple of days was due to an inversion, but I could tell that it was one of those days where I just had to be outside, and nothing else mattered.

So I went up to Solitude Mountain Resort for the first time.

Did a couple of off-piste runs, just to see if I have what it takes. I definitely have the cojones, but I definitely do NOT have the skills. Of course, the only way to get the skills is to keep skiing and keep trying to push yourself beyound your comfort levels.

I’m starting to realize that this is what I need to do in many aspects of life; I need to keep pushing myself beyond my comfort levels, because being comfortable is starting to feel like being old, and staid, and boring.

So I pushed myself today. I rode 5 of the 8 lifts at the resort; did most of the blue runs, and tried to tackle a couple of the black diamonds. Okay, so today was only the second time I’ve been skiing this season, and only the third time since Christmas-New Year’s 1984/85.

It did become obvious later in the day that perhaps I was pushing myself a bit too hard, as I found myself spending more time digging myself out of snow than gliding across the top of it, but it didn’t matter. I was having fun. I was outside, and enjoying myself.

Right now, I am as obsessed by skiing as I have been for the past 15 years with cycling. I want all the latest, greatest equipment, and I can’t wait until my next opportunity. All I have to do is figure out how to continue to acquire lift tickets, and find the time.

The really funny thing with this new obsession is that it isn’t just about skiing. It’s about being outside in the snow in general. I want learn how to snowshoe, I want to learn how to cross-country ski (both classic nordic, and skate-ski styles) and telemark, and I want to go snowboarding. I don’t really care what it is, as long as I’m out in the mountains, on the snow.

Times like this is when being a gear-head is tough, because even though I’ve never even done some of these sports yet, I want all the gear …