Long Hot Summer
Salt Lake City. It’s a desert out here. You might not think so as we get more snow than anywhere near here by a long shot, but I can assure you, it is in fact a desert out here. It’s hot and dry and it works it’s way into your skin anyway it can, even if it has to burn your skin off to do so. Out here in the barren Promised Land there, like anywhere if you look, is plenty to do to distract you from the fact that you are constantly just a little bit uncomfortable, and all you want to do is go to the mountains and cool off. Like, for example, go to the mountains and cool off. Personally though I have been passing my time cutting fiberglass, grinding edges, cutting bases, running errands, making orders, emails, and phone calls, lugging drums of epoxy… all for the dream that one day, off in the difficult-to-see-through-the-city-smog-and-desert-inversion future that winter will once again come, that the beautiful, almost untouchable, off in the distance mountains will be given that little extra bit of magic, that ethereal glow that only comes with the proper application of the fresh snow of a new season, over top of the orange death rattle final breath of the previous one. And that this will all lead invariably to piles upon piles upon piles of that same indicative white magic, covering all the typically iconic mountain tops and faces with the temporary mask of winter, finally motioning to us, all of us, that it is ok again. That the harshness of this desert summer has passed and we may once again be free to be and do what we would like.
Until then my friends, I hope you all find great things to do to pass your time, things that make you forget the heat, things even that you can love like we all love skiing. And in the mean time you can also be assured that the skis you need are being made, and I’m here to make sure of it, and if you want to make sure for yourself come down to 4Frnt on 2900sw temple in SLC and see. I’ll be here.
A whole lot of edges
