Tenzing started skiing this winter; but I was in India, and didn’t have a chance to see him on the hill, much less to teach him myself. Thanks to my mother, and a nice late season at Kirkwood, Zing and I were able to spend the day together cutting-it-up.
I credit ski racing as the single most positive, thoroughly formative influence in my life, from which so many other great things have cascaded. It taught me invaluable lessons about the abundance and easy accessibility of joy, the power of fearlessness, the fascinating relationship between the mental and physical sides of human perfectibility, and the pleasure of kicking ass. It would not disappoint me in the least to see Zing’s obvious love of speed and well-carved turns take him in the same direction.
Our post-skiing repast included a marshmallow roast, for reasons having nothing to do with much-of-anything, but which made Zing pretty happy.
A perfectly roasted marshmallow to cap a perfect day.
What a beautiful day. I am missing you guys. Obviously. Tenzing is such a great kid. And now I want a marshmallow, roasted.
Hillary:
There’s a marshmallow with your name on it whenever you come over.
MBJ
p.s. For those of you who don’t already know, Hillary was part of the second-most-famous Hillary and Tenzing partnership.
I love it.