Why am I starting this? I am obsessed with the sport of skiing and everything related to it. I have participated in the sport for as long as I can remember. I don’t think I really became hooked on it until I was about twelve. That was when I finally left the permanent wedge skiing behind and my family drove west, exposing me to the slopes of Winter Park, Mary Jane and Copper Mountain. I have been an addict ever since.
My symptoms:
I prefer reading ski industry trade publications to tabloids or newspapers.
When someone asks where to vacation, beaches never come to mind. I crave snow.
I treat the annual arrival of the Ski Buyer’s Guide like a holiday, meant for reading and pouring over equipment. A child’s excitement over the Sears Catalog pales in comparison to my sheer giddiness for gear.
My skiis are the most important thing I have (except of course, for my dog).
Conversation with me at a party somehow always turns to skiing.
The first time I see snowflakes fall each year, absolutely requires celebration.
For some reason, when people hear these symptoms, they generally assume the afflicted is a guy. I am here to tell you ski obsession is not a gender-specific disease. I ski well. I love skiing and everything about it and I’m female. My condition floods my mind with ski information, from the trivial, to the newsworthy, to the scientific, or pure opinion and I’m here to drain my thoughts onto the electronic page. I am a Ski Girl …And I’ve got a lot to say.
Skiing, sailing, piano, gardening, biking and time with friends. I support my dog in her hobbies: fetch, walks and napping.
