We stayed in a high mountain cabin outside of the small town Tabernash with a group of friends from the Colorado Mountain Club. If it were not snowing too hard, you could see the western side of the Continental Divide across the valley, rising above the lower forested hills. We skied for three days, cross-country skiing, breaking trail sometimes, sometimes gliding on groomed runs, sometimes just standing breathless in the forest after a stiff climb uphill, discovering patterns in the snow.
And sometimes the patterns were ones we made ourselves in the shop at the Nordic Center. Yet they all seemed to represent a kind of structure to our experience, bringing the vastness of the landscape down to a comprehensible scale, one that could be touched and moved through. And moved on.
