Is your glass half empty of half full? That depends on whether or not you’re watching it evaporate or you’re drinking it up with plans to belly back up for more.
Usually at the high point of summer I put on my golf lid and think about my mid-winter resolutions to play more, better, more, more, more golf. I’m not quite living up to my pre-season expectations. Yes, the days are gloriously long, but they’re already slipping away two minutes at a time. It's like the nightmare I used to have that school was starting the next day and I had somehow missed all of summer vacation. That thought puts the urgency back in the equation. Time to book a tee time, lesson and hit the links. Time keeps on slippin.
On the other hand-
As a skier I know that THE DREAM will arrive soon. It usually hits me around August. A dream of skiing a perfect run with a couple great friends. We're weightlessly sailing over cat tracks and carving Super-G arks across snow that the rest of the world is oblivious to. Some dreams are too weird to make much of. Others are so tangible that you wake up with aching quads and feet relieved to be fresh-out of ski boots. In this dream the memory of firmly flexing skis is as palpable and indescribable as the “mush” of a golf ball turned jelly by a perfectly smoothed 6 iron. Chills baby. Chills!
O.k back to reality.
Skiers- there’s more good stuff on tap this season. Boyne is taking big steps to ensure that your cup runneth over.
Take a look at this pic from the top of Boyne Mountain:
How sweet is that? I don't want to get too techichal, but from what they tell me More Pipes= More Water= More Snow.
As you can see, snowmaking means hard work in the summer too.
It sure can't be cheap when you compare this to plumbing, say, your bathroom.
Just a reminder that Uncle BOYNE loves you skiers and isn't afraid to reach into his wallet to keep you smiling-even in the summer.
Put that under your pillow and sleep on it for a month or two and maybe you’ll have THE DREAM too. If you do, look out for the giggling freak airing it out over the cat tracks.
Golfers- don’t let that dream take your eyes off the ball.
Time keeps on slippin, slippin slippin.
Tick tock tick doo doo doo do.
-JJ
