By Merisa Sherman “We could go that way,” said the skier. “Or that way could be nice, too.” the skier said, waving the bamboo ski pole in one direction. “But we could go that way instead perhaps.” The skier looked […]
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Camaraderie: a lot has changed in the culture of ski racing
By Merisa Sherman I don’t know where memories of the U.S. Pro Tour came from in my mind. I guess I’m just stuck on ski racing these past few weeks. Even though I freaking hate ski racing. Maybe I’m changing […]
First gates: Kindergartners make their ski-racing debut
By Merisa Sherman The tears started early, at drop off actually. I got onto my knees and looked directly into the tear filled blue eyes in front of me. “My tummy hurts,” she managed to hiccup out and I had […]
Cheering on our Hannah
By Merisa Sherman I was panicking we were going to be late. I didn’t really have any specifics, but I wasn’t going to miss this moment for anything. It was an absolute honor to have been invited to share in […]
Cold adventures uphill
By Merisa Sherman It started like any other tour. I had my backpack full of goodies, including the best puffy coat in the entire world. It’s the coat that enables me to forgo my fear of the cold, knowing that […]
Enjoying togetherness on the ride up
By Merisa Sherman We shuffle though the lift line, our neckies pulled up over our noses in the crowd. I look over one shoulder, then the other, to see if we have moved up any relative to the strangers on […]
Heaps of snow! And all the fun that comes along with it
By Merisa Sherman I cannot stop looking out the window. The beauty of what is happening outside lures me in and captivates not only my mind but my entire soul. I cannot stop staring at the snow resting on the […]
There’s beauty in the cold
By Merisa Sherman The sky is stunning, a perfect blue filling the sky. There is not a single cloud in the sky. In fact, it feels like there are no clouds blocking the sun at any height. Like the sun […]
First time magic on the slopes — it’s all about the fun of it
By Merisa Sherman With big eyes, she looked out at the carpet with trepidation. You could see her tiny little mitten wrap around her father’s leg as she made sure her support system was intact. She stood, barely holding herself […]
Choosing skiing, and my atomic habits
By Merisa Sherman With each snowflake, with each storm, comes the chance to begin again, to start anew. No storm will be the same as the one before nor will any storm be the same as ones to come. Just […]