Fri, Jan 23, 7:21 AM
I'm not even typing this, I actually wrote it onto an envelope [I'm typing it in now].. how sad is that? I'm really addicted to recording my thoughts. In school I used to abhor writing in journals, I once wrote the required 10 lines about how I had absolutely nothing to say and journal-writing was pointless. Now look at me: scribbling these thoughts onto a folded envelope with the pencil from my hair. Bah.
Well it sure tells me what I'll be like if I travel or go backpacking. I'll be the girl on the train madliy mashing away at her laptop. But that'd be awesome: digicam and laptop would make for an awesome travel journal.
Anyways, I'm on the bus heading up to Sir Sam's. Most people are still asleep and I just woke up from napping myself. I was eating breakfast adnd watching the orange-pink sun rise over the pristine grey-and-white world, it was so quiet and serene and I was reminded of "The salutation of the dawn".
"Listen to the salutation of the dawn.
Look to this day for it is life. The very life of life.
In its brief course lie all the verities and realitites of our existance: the bliss of growth, the glory of action, the splendor of beauty.
For yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision. But today, well-lived, makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day. Such is the salutation of the dawn."
My peace has now been shattered. Someone popped in a snowboard video. It's an old one, but I have a renewed appreciation for rails now that I'm actually enjoying them. It's like I can appreciate what's fun/cool and what's just insane.
Anyways, I'll leave this envelope-scribbling and join the rest of the bus in admiring the sick rails and sweet, soulful floaters through pristine backcountry pow.
I'm not even typing this, I actually wrote it onto an envelope [I'm typing it in now].. how sad is that? I'm really addicted to recording my thoughts. In school I used to abhor writing in journals, I once wrote the required 10 lines about how I had absolutely nothing to say and journal-writing was pointless. Now look at me: scribbling these thoughts onto a folded envelope with the pencil from my hair. Bah.
Well it sure tells me what I'll be like if I travel or go backpacking. I'll be the girl on the train madliy mashing away at her laptop. But that'd be awesome: digicam and laptop would make for an awesome travel journal.
Anyways, I'm on the bus heading up to Sir Sam's. Most people are still asleep and I just woke up from napping myself. I was eating breakfast adnd watching the orange-pink sun rise over the pristine grey-and-white world, it was so quiet and serene and I was reminded of "The salutation of the dawn".
"Listen to the salutation of the dawn.
Look to this day for it is life. The very life of life.
In its brief course lie all the verities and realitites of our existance: the bliss of growth, the glory of action, the splendor of beauty.
For yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision. But today, well-lived, makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day. Such is the salutation of the dawn."
My peace has now been shattered. Someone popped in a snowboard video. It's an old one, but I have a renewed appreciation for rails now that I'm actually enjoying them. It's like I can appreciate what's fun/cool and what's just insane.
Anyways, I'll leave this envelope-scribbling and join the rest of the bus in admiring the sick rails and sweet, soulful floaters through pristine backcountry pow.
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nataskaput:
oops, i forgot i changed my profile to only read RIDING across the board so you couldn't know i'm from south of your boarder, although being minnesotain is like being a canuk, eh 
i've a bit of family ontario's way, whats to shread around there, only place i've been north of the boarder are Banff, Lake Louise and Whistler/Blackcomb. do you wanna be my friend, the only boarding SG on my friends list is now gone, and you pop up just as she leaves 
i've a bit of family ontario's way, whats to shread around there, only place i've been north of the boarder are Banff, Lake Louise and Whistler/Blackcomb. do you wanna be my friend, the only boarding SG on my friends list is now gone, and you pop up just as she leaves 
thecowboy:
you outta check out whitewater. its insane. well, if you like big mountain riding. bring your peeps. and the tools for all the hiking. but its great. near nelson. great town. sick mountains. fernie is sick too. kicking horse. red mountain. god you canadians have it made. take care, wynter!