Jump!

Tino gets some air..

Tino gets some air..

For many years after i learned to ski, i did not jump. Even when i learned to do hop turns – or jump turns – for very steep terrain, i still avoided jumping off things. Like many skiers i suppose i thought of jumping as something that snowboarders did..or dedicated ski-jumpers, jumping hundreds of meters with 3-meter-long skis. But then i began to realise that for high level mountain skiing you sometimes needed to jump..off cornices or over crevasses, or just off unforeseen bumps when skiing at high speed. So i learned to jump. And discovered that not only was it a necessary skill..it was also fun, a lot of fun!

..not flying too far.

..not flying too far.

So i’ve wasted no time in getting my son to taste some air – it wasn’t exactly difficult to persuade him – and of course he took to it like a fish to water..(or maybe that should be a bird to..?)

Even carving his way out of the jump? (Well, maybe not quite..!)

Even carving his way out of the jump? (Well, maybe not quite..!)

These last few years, due to first knee and then back problems, i’ve been avoiding the air as much as possible (though the air is ok, the landing bit is where it gets less cool). But with several days of soft snow this strange and belated Winter – and more so soft snow that sometimes wasn’t especially great to ski, high density humid snow or poudre lourde, heavy pow – conditions were just right for popping off small rocks and little cornices formed by the wind in the lee of trees.

The perfect rock..

The perfect rock..

Irresistible! For the moment my half-century-old back has been holding up ok, but..you have to try not to get carried away, jumping off one thing and then another..some of that old cartilage is not in great shape. Jumping really is fun, but..

The perfect tree cornice..

The perfect tree cornice..

..probably better to start moving towards the mindset that some things are better left to the young!

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About coldspringdays

Éireannach is ea mé, i mo chonaí insan Spáinn. Rugadh mé i lár na tuaithe, ar feadh blianta bhí mé ag teitheadh uaithi, i bhfad as an tuath, ach sa deireadh d'fhill mé, ar ais go dtí an tuath.. An Irishman am I, settled in Spain. Born was I in the middle of the country, for years I ran from it, far from the country, but in the end I returned, back to the country..
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