During the pandemic, when we were living on the coast in North Carolina, I started going to the beach every single day. The weather wasn’t always great, but every day that it was safe to go in the ocean, even when the water was cold, I went in. Sometimes, it was just for a minute or two. But I had this realization that there might not be another time in my life that I lived minutes from the beach, and I didn’t want to miss a single day. I didn’t want to let that moment pass me by.
We’ve since gone from the beach to the mountains. There is snow in my driveway right now, and the ski slopes will open this weekend. So here’s my pledge:
I don’t know if Park City is a place where we’ll spend two years or 20. But I live five minutes from the base of the mountain, and I know that’s probably not going to be something I can say forever. I intend to make the most of it.
And any time I’m making a choice that takes me away from getting outside and doing something in the mountains — particularly on those half-day Fridays or a weekend — I need to remind myself: Make this most of this, Dan. Who knows how long it lasts.
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That photo of the gondola passing over snowy mountains and trees — I’m pretty sure it’s the Red Pine Gondola, over at the Canyons — comes via Mollie Moran and Unsplash.