In this gentle, yet satisfying essay, Drew Magary discovers that in accepting the limitations that age and injury can bring to a sport, joy can still be found in it.
So I will ski again, despite my body and my southward migration doing their best to keep me off the mountain. I can’t ski as well as I used to, but it’s not always about ability. It’s not about conquering the mountain. It’s simply about going there. A mountain is a god.