
I started snow skiing when I was 3 years old. Since then I have skied at 9 of the 28 ski resorts in Colorado - including Vail (boo!), Aspen (good), and Snowmass (my favorite). At least once every time I get on a chair lift the thought of jumping - and my pending survival - crosses my mind.
No really sure why to be honest?
But the same rings true when I approach cliffs. I don't think it is that I am suicidal or anything. But there is always something in the back of my head saying, just try it, you'll probably live.
Needless to say, I stay away from cliffs. But I am looking forward to a Colorado ski trip with Cassie (my sister) in February.
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