For many of us locals, this is (arguably) the very best time of year. It's still summer, but school has started for the kids and most of the seasonal residents and tourists have returned home. As much as we appreciate the hustle and bustle of summertime around here, we locals are now free to enjoy the spoils of the Lakes Region without traffic and crowding; it's easy to get a dinner reservation at a reasonable time on any given night and the lakes are a little less choppy. --ok, a lot less. It's truly a special few weeks where we can savor the warm weather, cool water, and soak up the sun. But many of us can't help but get a little bit giddy when we see the acorns on the ground and those first few leaves starting to change color.
Despite my love affair with all that is summer, this is the time of year that I welcome some relief from the humidity when the nights get a little cooler. People start talking about the fall and make predictions about the coming winter and how much snow we'll get, and it slowly creeps into my psyche until inevitably, I have my first ski dream leading up to the season. I'll have these vivid dreams where I'm somehow watching myself rip down Cannonball, or from my own perspective as I fly down the Recoil fall line or run gates on Ramrod, sometimes with a soundtrack. I even had one once where I was busting out some aerial feats in the Blundersmoke Park, which was when I knew I was about to wake up because for me, that's pretty far fetched. But the chill of winter is so real in these dreams; the dumping powder, the feel of my hands in mittens, goggles on my face, my edges in the snow.
Maybe it's a case of "the grass is always greener," or "the snow is always fluffier," if you will. But once the sun begins to set a little earlier, it's hard for us children of the winter not to turn that corner in our minds and start counting down the days. I find myself taking out my ski boots and walking around the house before I even put my summer clothes away. Don't get me wrong, I'm still loving that warm weather and will spend as much time outside as I can. I will lay out in the sun, I will swim in Lake Winni as much as possible and I'll enjoy the leaves as they change; but by night, my heart and my subconscious belong to the frosty promise of another great ski season.
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