So, yesterday, Dave, the marketing and sales director, during the mid-may blizzard, announced his plans to enjoy some fun in the snow today – followed by an all too cheery “when life hands you lemons…” spiel – and I’m like – ‘thanks Dave, why don’t you hand me one of those lemons so I can throw it at you’… stupid weather… Of course I didn’t say it like that – he is my boss after all. But I do think this weather is beginning to cloud my judgment.
Nevertheless, he isn’t at all alone in his ridiculously gleeful declaration… Even as I write this, my left-eye peripherals are picking up a blur of brightly colored jackets flying through the village amidst a torrent of off-white snowballs.
Since we closed, dedicated locals have been up here almost every day, sunglasses in hand, snow boots on, enjoying Schweitzer’s leftovers in rain, shine and – dare I say it – snow.
It’s not that I don’t admire these winter enthusiasts. I do. A lot. But there is just something about playing around in the now-browning snow, trying to dodge the beautiful patches of earth – working so hard to surface – that just does not appeal to me. Plus, I can’t help feeling like these people are raining on my parade – rubbing it in that summer still a ways off – squeezing one of Dave’s lemons into an open wound caused by the serrated knife that is this weather.
Yes – I do work at a ski resort and yes – I do love the snow.
But I also work at a resort with awesome summertime offerings as well! Is it wrong to long for the days when I can look out my window and see muddy mountain bike tracks instead of groomers? Enjoy an afternoon hiking break (on dirt, not snow)? Play a mean game of disc golf to kick off my day? (not that I actually can play a ‘mean’ game…) But still.
All I’m saying is, feel free to enjoy what’s left of winter. Play away. But if you see some extremely pale person sitting in a lawn chair surrounded by décor that may or may not be props from Tropical Daze, and rocking out to an iPod of Bob Marley, UB40, and maybe a couple repeat plays of Will Smith’s awesome 90’s hit, Summertime (you like it too…) on some random island of grass/mud somewhere in the sea of snow – Try not to pummel her with your poorly aimed snowball, amped up by adrenaline and some mutant desire for an endless winter…
You might knock over the 8 martinis she made for herself with all those lemons.
Too bad you tom won’t keep the lift(s) open. There’s still a lot of snow in the south bowl. After the snow melts and the mountain “opens” then you can start charging people again. I thought sandpoint was progressive..
I love summer at Schweitzer, too! There aren’t that many ski resorts with fabulous summer activities as well… I actually prefer it to the winter ski season!
Good attitude. You make your own fun with what life gives you each day!