Surf The Mountain
I AM THE RAGE IN THE WIND-
I SURF THE STILL, WHITE WAVE
IF YOU LOOK IN MY EYES
YOU'LL SEE I'M NO GAME'S SLAVE
I'LL ENDURE HOURS OF TOIL
TO CATCH A TEN MINUTE PEAK
'CAUSE ONCE YOU'VE FELT YOUR BLOOD BOIL,
THE PASSIVE LIFE IS TOO WEAK
ICE CRYSTALS SCRATCH AT MY FACE
AS I BLAST THROUGH TREES AND BRUSH
I HEAR MY OWN PASSIONED CRIES-
I'M OVERWHELMED BY THE RUSH
A THRILL LIKE NONE FOUND IN SIN,
IT'S NO MEAR SPORT THAT I CRAVE
I AM THE RAGE IN THE WIND-
I SURF THE STILL, WHITE WAVE
I WROTE THIS DURING A 4-DAY SNOWSHOE/CAMP/SNOWBOARD TRIP INTO THE RUBY MOUNTAINS SOUTH OF ELKO, NEVADA IN 1989. I NEVER GOT OVER IT. GO FAST, TAKE CHANCES, LIVE FREE.
2009/2010 marks my 22nd year of Snowboarding. Back when we were hated & 'not allowed' in most Ski Resorts we kept-on going by whatever means were neccessary; Snowshoes were a ticket to anywhere, outrunning Ski Patrol was a required skill, and the Surf Ethic was ubiquitous. The Mountain was all you needed. I miss not being spoiled.
Now, in the day of 'terrain parks' and Snowboards the size of a lunch-tray, some of us old guys see the 'Skater/Boarder' the same way Skiers saw US 20 years ago; an un-natural abbomination. HOLY SHIT! Now I sound like my dad! Embrace change!!!
-Fuzzy