The Ski Dream

It is still September and I am jonesing for snow. I watch the new movie trailers and work on my own projects for the season, but nothing can feed my need. Every night I lay down to sleep and hope that I can have a ski dream because that is the closest I can come to the reality. Last night I had one of those dreams. I was skinning a remote area near my home in Ogden, Utah that was not exactly the same as it is in reality, which is what dreams are all about. I ran into some friends along the way and an epic day ensued, or should I say, night. When I woke I actually felt refreshed, and charged for my day of digging trenches in the midwest because it is all part of what allows me to make days like my dream a reality in the months to come. The dream may not have been true reality in the traditional sense of the word, but it was real enough to ease my mind as head to work at sunrise on a chilled September day closer to the real feel.