#shoesoftheday: at 12,000 ft #denver (Taken with Instagram)
The other night, I was sorting through some boxes I’d shoved into a closet shortly after I moved and found a roll of photos taken with a Lomo Fisheye camera I’ve long since lost. Several shots were taken in my freshman-year dorm room. Most, though, were warped, stretched, and pinched pictures of the view out of the backseat of my friend’s car, driving out of Loveland Pass. I believe they were taken on the day I finally skied a blue run at Keystone with confidence and without thinking about what I was doing; on the drive home, it started snowing, and Jared drove with his goggles on. I was terrified.
Skiing every weekend is the only thing I miss about Colorado. I never skied down the Pass, though. When my dad and I were back at Keystone a few years after those pictures were taken, we drove back to the airport via the Pass. I very nearly unpacked my skis and boots. I didn’t. I haven’t been back since.
