The pain of the first steps of the day after my last ski trip of the season felt like straight fire in my quads and calves. There was also a small amount of pleasure to be had in the muscle memory evoking actual memories of what went down the day before.
I thought my ski season was over on March 5 after an exquisite day flying solo at Black Mountain in New Hampshire. But a well-timed social media post by Jay Peak about the good late-season conditions got the gears turning on organizing one last trip to the mountains.
It was easy to recruit my son, who had only gotten one day of snowboarding in all winter and was missing the slopes as much as I was, to make the four-plus hour drive each way and everything lined up for a mid-April spring skiing day.
There was the fitness factor, however. A long vacation followed by a bout with COVID left me a bit out of shape, although I did do a ton of walking on the vacation and yoga throughout COVID. I was sure I could make it through one last ski day, even though I knew I’d pay for it the next.